Alexa gripped her coffee mug tightly. "Remind me what you're doing here," she growled softly, refusing to meet Juno's amused black gaze.
Juno giggled. "Why, I just had passionate sex with your fiancé, of course. And may I say—" she winked. "He's quite the charmer."
"You're lying," Alexa retorted immediately. "Donnie wouldn't do that, and besides, you're married."
Juno clasped a hand over her heart. "I'm married? Christ, why didn't anyone ever tell me? Guess this means I'll have to start settling down now. I’m forever doomed to a life of long skirts, housekeeping, and popping out babies—all because I said ‘I d
She. Did. Not. Like. Horses.
Horses were bad ideas for people who had prosthetic limbs.
She bounced wildly in the saddle, digging her fingers into the leather in a desperate attempt to keep her seat. She tugged the reins sharply with her other hand; the horse whinnied in protest but obeyed, slowing to a walk. One thing she was grateful for was how calm and obedient the horses were. A blessing for such an awful rider like herself. She’d rather hoped that the scientists had progressed further on their attempts to rewire the trains and cars left over from before the War, but clearly this was not the case. For now, horses it was. Note to
Step, kick, duck, swing. Inhale. Kick, block, crouch, flip. Exhale. Swing, step, punch, duck, block, kick, swing. Deep breath. Jump, swing, duck, fall, get right back up don’t you dare stop for a moment, block, punch, kick—
Dead.
She threw herself backwards as the ugly, cone-shaped head was wrenched off the long, thin neck, closing her eyes as foul-tasting oil splattered across her face. She spat, wiping her face carefully with a metal fist, wrinkling her nose at the putrid gunk. While great for getting out frustration, her line of work wasn’t exactly the cleanest.
She eyed the remains of the Spider-Bot disdainfully, brow
Hey Soul Sister: Prologue by Maerd7733SCAIP, literature
Literature
Hey Soul Sister: Prologue
You wouldn’t have been able to tell she was there if you weren’t looking for her. The filthy trench coat she wore completely enveloped her tiny body, camouflaging her against the blackened bricks of the buildings she sat against. The rain had darkened her wildly frizzing hair, relentlessly pouring down on her as she sat in a pathetic little huddle on the street corner. All around her, people rushed past, eager to get out from the downpour despite their warm coats and umbrellas. She struggled to her torn and bloodied feet, leaning heavily against the wall as her coat dragged along behind her. She’d been walking for days. She
Something to Last-Chp 6 (Final) by Maerd7733SCAIP, literature
Literature
Something to Last-Chp 6 (Final)
She was having a strange dream.
It started off with a flying zebra, which was never a good sign. The zebra flew to her, prancing around her in circles, barking like a sea lion as it grew elephant ears out of its back and flapped them like wings. She vaguely noticed she wasn't wearing anything, but somehow it was hilarious. She began laughing hysterically, laughing like she hadn't done for years, tears streaming down her face and a stitch growing in her side.
The zebra barked one last time before turning and beginning to float away, trotting through the sky, starry galaxies emerging wherever its hooves touched down.
"No, wait!" she called, try
Alexa gripped her coffee mug tightly. "Remind me what you're doing here," she growled softly, refusing to meet Juno's amused black gaze.
Juno giggled. "Why, I just had passionate sex with your fiancé, of course. And may I say—" she winked. "He's quite the charmer."
"You're lying," Alexa retorted immediately. "Donnie wouldn't do that, and besides, you're married."
Juno clasped a hand over her heart. "I'm married? Christ, why didn't anyone ever tell me? Guess this means I'll have to start settling down now. I’m forever doomed to a life of long skirts, housekeeping, and popping out babies—all because I said ‘I d
She. Did. Not. Like. Horses.
Horses were bad ideas for people who had prosthetic limbs.
She bounced wildly in the saddle, digging her fingers into the leather in a desperate attempt to keep her seat. She tugged the reins sharply with her other hand; the horse whinnied in protest but obeyed, slowing to a walk. One thing she was grateful for was how calm and obedient the horses were. A blessing for such an awful rider like herself. She’d rather hoped that the scientists had progressed further on their attempts to rewire the trains and cars left over from before the War, but clearly this was not the case. For now, horses it was. Note to
Step, kick, duck, swing. Inhale. Kick, block, crouch, flip. Exhale. Swing, step, punch, duck, block, kick, swing. Deep breath. Jump, swing, duck, fall, get right back up don’t you dare stop for a moment, block, punch, kick—
Dead.
She threw herself backwards as the ugly, cone-shaped head was wrenched off the long, thin neck, closing her eyes as foul-tasting oil splattered across her face. She spat, wiping her face carefully with a metal fist, wrinkling her nose at the putrid gunk. While great for getting out frustration, her line of work wasn’t exactly the cleanest.
She eyed the remains of the Spider-Bot disdainfully, brow
Hey Soul Sister: Prologue by Maerd7733SCAIP, literature
Literature
Hey Soul Sister: Prologue
You wouldn’t have been able to tell she was there if you weren’t looking for her. The filthy trench coat she wore completely enveloped her tiny body, camouflaging her against the blackened bricks of the buildings she sat against. The rain had darkened her wildly frizzing hair, relentlessly pouring down on her as she sat in a pathetic little huddle on the street corner. All around her, people rushed past, eager to get out from the downpour despite their warm coats and umbrellas. She struggled to her torn and bloodied feet, leaning heavily against the wall as her coat dragged along behind her. She’d been walking for days. She
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