SpodderMan tapped the push-to-talk button ( Read more... )

Ensign Derrick D. Derrickson, Space Ranger, sprinted through the atomized cloud of what he was mostly sure were his enemies. The time for positive identification and other pleasantries was long past! The facility rocked with another violent tremor to pointedly highlight this fact, along with the gloating voice that screamed at him over the intercom ( Read more... )

For as long as we have been, Mother Sun has watched over us. Her touch warms us with her love, brings us our crops, and keeps the deadly cold at bay. Some seasons she relaxes and gives the world a cooling rest and others she blazes to remind us of her might, but every morning she is there to greet us and guide us through our lives ( Read more... )

This past week was a bit crazy and I couldn't pull together an entry for Idol that wasn't complete shit, so I am out. BUT, the timing is good cause Second Chance Idol is starting the end of the week, so I can fight in there to get back in! So, this is me saying I'm gonna give it a go!

A curse blights the land, to the north of our homes ( Read more... )

Morning ya bunch of scrubs! Grab a seat, cop a squat, cause it's time for another of Dizzy's infamous salty Navy stories! "But Dizzy", I hear coming from your flapping trap, "most of your stories are about stuff that happened at shore training commands! Anyone at college could have written them, what makes them so salty?" The quick answer is "Your ( Read more... )

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Some stories can't be told. Maybe because of the circumstances, secrecy and NDAs. Others because there was nobody there to see them and pass them on. Many, many stories are lost along with the owner of the tale. But every once in a while, one of these stories gets to see the light of day. Held close and smuggled into view from where they've gone. ( Read more... )

Mala brought the skimmer in low over her claim marker, heading East and a bit North into the rising sun. The early light made it more difficult to survey the damage done by the storm, but she knew time was short. If her marker had been sufficiently damaged or removed someone could have taken over her site. She had been in luck on that point; the ( Read more... )

Captain Roger Bullock looked around them, peering thru the trees and the fog, and occasionally checked the small flat box in his hand. Finally satisfied, he tucked it inside his dark blue jacket. He nodded to his sergeant and sighed ( Read more... )