Warning. The following story contains:
Foul language. Allusions to desired sex. An unfortunately likable asshole.
It didn’t get dark there. It got purple. Deep purple, so purple that everything else either looks too blue or too red depending on whether it’s after midnight or not. I walked up beside him just as he was starting to turn a little red. He was against the sky, standing in behind the railings of the sniper platform. He’d been there all day.
“Hey, sorry about… ya know.”
It took the kid a while to respond. He was still getting over the shock of the whole thing. New people, new job, new planet. Shit can be tough.
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Warning. There be some foul language. There also be some pirate language, but you be readin’ that arrrrready.
And a one and a two and a ready, let’s go…
That’s all I could think when he looked at me under his glasses, the kind with the thin wire frames. They were glasses you’d see on a general manager at Burger King. They didn’t match his pressed suit or his neatly combed hair. But that wasn’t it.
There’s something else about him. Read the rest of this entry
I need a group of the greatest warriors in history… We can’t use all of them and I can’t tell you why I need them yet…. but… I’m still imposing this question on you.
What are your favorite historical heroes/villains/warriors/military leaders?
Here’s my list, so far.
- Vlad Tepes
- Isom Dart
- Sun Tzu
- Alexander the Great
- Salah Ad Din
- Miyamoto Musashi
- Richard the Lionheart
- Atilla the Hun
- Genghis Khan
- Audie Murphy
This was written on Aaron’s phone as he was staying the night at his parent’s house. No snarky remarks. I rather like this one. Edits were made. If you wish to point out a missed ‘boo boo’, go tell it to your mommy.
As of this moment, Aaron’s new name is ‘Mommy’.
The hall sang back the clangs of my specialty boots striking its polished floor. Every armored window shutter rose, spurred to motion by the detection of my own headway towards the control room. As I walked, sunlight burst behind me. I might as well have had another special ability, beyond my strength and speed and nigh indestructible body. Instead of the moniker the newspapers had given me when I first flew through the city of Megannopolis, I could have been known as Sunburst or Morning man. Or maybe not. I never claimed to be creative. I dont have to be, I’m Commander Wow.
I’m an ultra hero. Read the rest of this entry