Vanisher: The First Exhibit by Torbound-Emmy, literature
Literature
Vanisher: The First Exhibit
There are some people out there who just NEED to get what's coming to them, the sort of loud mouth, inconsiderate and arrogant people who go about life being cruel to all while utterly clueless of how little we think of them.
Holly Watson is one of those people. A beautiful athletic redhead with a high paying job and time enough to bully service industry workers on a whim. Fortunately for the rest of us Vanisher has her in his sight nows. And he plans to set her straight...
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Molegcles: Log 1: A discovery by molegcles, literature
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Molegcles: Log 1: A discovery
Bonie Gard Log 1: The discoveries of my trip may be answers to the current problem that threatens humanity, the fragility of our bodies to the constant radiation storms, we can barely survive in small ships or space colonies, although perhaps I am exaggerating, since that my discovery filled me with uncertainty.
I am of course a pretty and sensible woman but i used to be a courier, however, my ship suffered a setback and I had to make a forced landing on an uninhabited planet, unfortunately my vehicle was damaged. The terrain was inhospitable and desert for a few moments I thought I would have to resign myself to finding the means, but to survive, however, with my binoculars I was able to glimpse a glimmer of hope. Beyond there were remains of what appeared to be a satellite, all that was left to do was explore.
I cautiously inspected, checking the enormous structure, I hoped at least with my approach to find signs of human life, but only a constant silence prevailed. I was being very
Liz's Encasement: 2 Years Later by Spicy-Tacos, literature
Literature
Liz's Encasement: 2 Years Later
Liz had no idea how long she had been trapped in the 17th basement of the JF Institute. In complete isolation, the sense of time and space was the first things to go. At first, she tried counting the number of meals she had been fed, back when she had more hope about getting out, but she had lost count a long time ago. How much time had passed? Days? Months? Years? The answers to those questions lay outside the silence and darkness of her cell. In all that time, Liz had never gotten used to the touch of latex. She still hated it as much as she had the day her mistress Elena had taken her in. Or was it former mistress now? She hated its ar...