TheBeadle

the sky has fallen and all the angels are dying theres only one left and it's dying all it feels is pain it can't remember, can't dream it fades in the rain

She landed gracefully in front of him, turning off her jet-pack as she touched down and the landing pad gave way to receive her, maintenance equipment snaking its way to check on the critical systems without hesitation. He gazed on in awe of the engineering behind such an invaluable tool and at the skill and finesse required to command such an intricately complex device. The suit had so many systems and innumerable real world applications yet only very few had the required skill and ability to control it. The cost was another factor that prevented the mass production and use of the suit and that was why she was still in a lab, helping to tes

After escaping the terrible confines of the mansion I ran all through the night fueled by my intense fear of that horrible place. Many times I stumbled on the uneven cobblestones and fearfully looked over my shoulder, dreading what I might see. Shortly sunrise came and with it warmth. I instantly felt better and reduced my pace to a quick trot. Eventually I became exhausted and had to stop for rest. I found a round rock that was surprisingly comfortable on my exhausted body and sat down to rest for just a minute. A short time later, or so it appeared, I awoke with a start. It was early in the afternoon and I was feeling thoroughly warmed by

A flower is crushed beneath the heel of a black military boot. “Keep moving,” the voice of a hardened veteran. There were ten men, all seasoned soldiers, fully armed and wearing chunky full body armour. They were moving in a circle around something glimpses of colour could be seen between their rapidly moving legs. They were making a straight line to the next bunker. On the surface as the tunnels had recently caved in. Out of nowhere a knife came spinning through the sky, lodging itself in the back of the lead soldiers helmet, killing him instantly. “Run!” shouted one of the soldiers as panic spread across the squad.

Constable Kist entered the apartment block with some apprehension, the occupants had been complaining of a stench coming from an apartment on the sixth floor. After several unanswered, unreturned calls, the police had obtained a warrant to search the apartment and had sent Constable Kist and her partner Constable Grar, who had been sick and was waiting in the car downstairs, to find the cause of the smell and effect its removal. If the owner, a Mr Black, was there, he was to be taken into custody as well. After knocking on the door politely, Kist stated in a loud, commanding tone, “this is the police, I have a warrant,” after stil