“Continue firing on any vessel that gets within missile range!”
Commodore Urahn’s orders carried all around the bridge, his commanding voice easily recognisable over the radio chatter and beeping consoles.
You may have noticed it, you may not have, but the line between satisfaction and disgust can be incredibly thin sometimes. As an avid adventurer into online assemblies of abnormal attractions and artistic atrocities, I come across this a lot. In the comments of videos and images labelled as “satisfying” or “enjoyable”, it is commonplace to see people express their dissenting opinion. And the same can be said vice versa; “disgusting” or “gross” is just as easily called the opposite by some. Continue reading
He jolted awake, gasping. His lungs screamed for air, and he sucked in what little he could. But the pressure; it was pressing down on him, crushing his ribs and pinning his limbs. Black, all around him. The scent of copper and dirt wormed into his nose. He could already feel his consciousness fading; he needed to breathe.
Why is it so expensive to be healthy?
“I can’t believe this is happening…” Continue reading
Len stood there, breathing heavily, futilely wiping the blood from his face and arms. Tommi walked over, dropping the unlocked shackles from his wrists, and clapped Len on the back.
“Nice going mate,” he said casually, “to be honest, I didn’t think you’d make it out of that one.”
“You have such faith in me,” Len replied, dryly, wiping then sheathing his sword.
“So,” started Tommi, “how many were there?”
Len stared at him strangely before replying.
“How many?” asked Tommi.
Maybe tonight I’ll slumber ‘fore late,
my day ending before into memories I delve.
But I know that the chances of that are most slim,
of falling asleep before the clock strikes twelve.
Maybe tonight my dreams won’t hurt me,
that I’ll wonder and marvel in awe and delight.
But I know the pain won’t stop even once,
my mind-borne visions naught but a blight.
Maybe tonight I’ll forget all my troubles,
my mind no longer by old thoughts beset.
But I know that that is mere child’s fancy,
the brain remembers what I want to forget.
Maybe tonight I’ll feel at peace,
that I’ll rest and wake ready tomorrow.
But I already know that simply won’t be,
I’ll wake just as full of this sorrow.