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The explosion happened in an instant, he wasn't even aware he’d dropped it, nor would he ever be for that was the moment the world ended.
Earl Hennly was proud of his underground grow operation for the last time just before he died.
"This is the first time we've seen this incredible species since our ancestors eradicated them six hundred years ago," I said, tapping the stainless steels bars of the squirrel's cage.
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No one knows the name of the race’s original creator, mostly because he didn’t have the wherewithal to consider that the plan to create and enslave intelligent, omnivorous, shapeshifting killing-machines might go awry.
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She most certainly didn't expect a portal to open in front of her while walking home, nor to be whisked away by some massive beast to another time.
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This is the actual first line of my latest SF book:
Angela Pirelli squeezed her eyes shut against flashes of colors she shouldn't have been able to see, shaking her head to clear it from the existential debris of a transition through one of the jumpgates.
Angela Pirelli squeezed her eyes shut against flashes of colors she shouldn't have been able to see, shaking her head to clear it from the existential debris of a transition through one of the jumpgates.
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My arm got cut on the sharp piece of gerillium poking out from the gas-harvester's collection chute.
Geoffrey sat down with his morning coffee, all three eyes watching the twin suns rise in the sky.
I am not the only sixteen year old in medical school.
(I know, it's not super interesting >.<. Course, the first line of my fantasy WIP is even less so. It takes a few lines to get really interesting!)
(I know, it's not super interesting >.<. Course, the first line of my fantasy WIP is even less so. It takes a few lines to get really interesting!)
The time has come to escape this apocalyptic wasteland we once called home, to turn back time and undo our mistakes, so why does this day keep repeating itself over and over and over again?
When left to their own devices for hundreds of years the AI's that goverened the day to day operations of the Crystaline City began to develop their own religious beliefs and systematically tore the city apart from the inside out.
Against strict orders, I fished out the petri dish from the refuse, because I was sure there was still something to learn from the observations of the experiment labeled Milky Way.
Modern fiction had left humanity woefully unprepared when the next invasion of the elves came from Faerie.
"Beauty truly was in the beholder of the eye," I thought, the pulsating veins of the fleshy blob pulsating against my palm.