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Son Of Titan
The AtomicBadger had moved away from that graveyard of steel, leaving behind the ghosts of her sister tanks. John sat at the controls, driving the tank destroyer with the skill of a seasoned veteran. Mick had taken the gunners post and was trying his best to catch some sleep, despite the loud rumbling of the powerful engine behind him. And Oscar was standing, leaning over the top of the gun turret, half exposed to the elements like the commanders of old. Studying the maps on his wrist pad, he had come to a sobering conclusion: his driver had lied. There was no way they would make it to Shangri-La Station in their condition. They would need to refuel along the way, and that was only in a scenario in which they didn't run into unwanted trouble. But Oscar wasn't that lucky, and he knew it.
By Joshua Gonzalez9 years ago in Futurism
The Invisible Mummy
The Invisible Mummy was having another bad day. He’d been causing disturbances at the used car dealership, making mild bits of mayhem by disconnecting computers from wall sockets, smearing windows with bandage grease and pushing Mini Coopers out of their parking spaces. But the inattentive car dealers were too bored, distracted or hungover to notice his disruptions. When, using all of his strength, he managed to push a Mini Cooper to the edge of the lot, shoving it up against the rusty chain that surrounded the place, one pudgy salesman finally took notice.
By Brian K. Henry9 years ago in Futurism
Crossing the Void
There have been many tales told of nights such as this, tales of demons, witches, ghouls, goblins and all manner of foul creatures who seek to enter the world of man when the night sky is at its darkest, the fog at its thickest and when the moon has given itself to the sick and putrid yellow glow of the underworld. Under such a dark and dreadful night, a thin priest dressed in snow white robes rushes from the safety of the church clutching a lantern lit by a fire in his left hand and a worn out leather brown book in his right hand. He sprints to a small one horse drawn carriage which sits at the base of the church's stone steps as he pants and gasps for air the priest tells the frightened stagecoach,
By Winfield Brothers 9 years ago in Futurism
Invisible Magic Part 3
Now that Tom had been given the medication it shouldn't take long for it to kick in; clouds had started to form across the sky. The intruders were taken away and were being brought in for questioning. The rain had started to fall down on them as they hoped that Tom would start to come around now that he had started to transform back into his normal self. Something very particular had started to happen, and nobody knew what it was.
By Lizzy Arrow9 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Story #28
“And just how do you think you managed to get yourself into this mess, Jimmy?” she says to me like I’ve not been tied to this chair for the last 12 hours thinking about every move I’ve made, everything that I’d done to try and cover my tracks. Fucking invisible, I’ve been invisible, no way they could have known. So, how the hell am I here now about to get my head blown off?
By Outrun Stories9 years ago in Futurism
Invisible Magic Part 2
It wasn't long before there was a loud crashing sound coming from the kitchen back door, like someone was breaking into the house. Tom and his colleague were waiting for Mrs. Ingram to scream but nothing happened to point them to which part of the house she was in. Just as the men were leaving the study quietly, Tom pressed a button behind a picture. They were about to go a bit further as they heard Mrs. Ingram coming down the stairs sitting on Pfftten breaking the back door window. The man that was there to help whispered harshly “shh Mrs. Ingram…we have an intruder…get into the study and stay there close the door and lock it.” She wasn't impressed by how she was spoken and she was about to give him a piece of her mind when she heard the door being kicked into. So she scurried off into the study and locked herself into the study.
By Lizzy Arrow9 years ago in Futurism
Time Walker Chapter Two
As quickly as she could manage with such a weight, she continued back to her ship. The smell of burnt remains had since dulled and she felt more at ease but then thinking about the possibility that more of these pure breeds may still be about, possibly in hiding, made her pulse race.
By Dawn Marie Styles9 years ago in Futurism
Invisible Magic Part 1
The house swayed precariously in the aftermath of the earthquake; was it really an earthquake after all or was it something darker? Whatever it was, it left the whole country in shock and frightened because the United Kingdom didn't really have earthquakes.
By Lizzy Arrow9 years ago in Futurism
Twitch.
Twitch. It started with the sound of rushing water. The window was open, you could feel the fresh air, only it was warm, it didn’t feel as refreshing as it would seem. The curtains were laced, reaching just above the height of the faucet. The sleeves of her violet blouse were rolled. Molly had just put the last dish in the rack to dry when she heard the TV click on in the other room. But only static was heard, and a cuss under a man’s breath. She wandered into the living room, seemingly unphased. She recognized the familiar voice.
By Lauren MacLeod9 years ago in Futurism
Teen Alien (#5.5)
The little alien came to earth by accident.First, she was lost but then came to learn how to blend in with human society as predators hunt her down.The people that lived around that area said that amazing and extraordinary things happened there for like, no reason, and thought that these things were done by spirits.They were a superstitious lot, the main reason why she settled around there—anything going wrong as she learned to settle was not read into much.People said, that sometimes they could see a thing glow in the woods at night.Others say they can hear music not of this world, drawing them into the depths of the woods, where no sane person would wonder.And the scent, a scent so sweet that could only be compared to million roses, but to the surprise of the tourists, who have heard the stories, no roses could be found growing there.At least, none there dared to walk further into the forest to find some for fear of disturbing the sound, until one man arrived, too curious to stay away and to drawn to the mystery to pass over it
By Storyteller IRT9 years ago in Futurism
