Dragon TG TF Chapter 1."Stop! Thief!"Dragon TG TF Chapter 1. by GerFalcon
Oh great, I'm boned.
I break into a run with the wallet, opening it up as I sprint in between pedestrians. I quickly stuff the bills into my pocket without counting them. The man is hot on my tail and mad as a bull. He kind of looks like a bull too: a broad shouldered, balding, red faced man in a tailored suit plowing his way towards me. He's gaining on me.
I throw the wallet at him and he ignores it entirely. He has eyes only for me.
I start really running now, he means business. I sure know how to pick them; not only did he feel me lift his wallet, he was also prepared to murder me for it.
He's almost caught up with me when I duck into an alleyway, using an old couple as cover in hopes that I might lose him. It doesn't work, and now I'm trapped.
"You!" he shouts as rounds the corner, laughing crazily and coughing as he tries to catch his breath. "Thought you'd get away didn't ya? Didn't nobody tell you it's wrong to steal?"
Well, yes. Someone did in fact tell me it was
The Broken WallMilo woke up one morning in a different bed than the one he had gone to sleep in. Even so, the bed he was in now was still his own. He looked up at the ceiling and saw patterns there that he had never seen before and yet he knew they would be there. Sunlight slanted through the window in a line different from what he had expected.The Broken Wall by norui
He spent the rest of the late morning wandering through the house. It was full of knick-knacks from places he was sure he had been. Every thing that he found there was his. Every thing that he found there was new to him.
In a daze, he sat down at the kitchen table. His mind was running, but it was buzzing, too. He couldn't keep his thoughts straight or even pick them out of the eternal hum. It was as if his mind was deliberately keeping him from thinking too much.
Outside he found a garden, full of plants he loved. Down a path he found a bench around a huge oak tree. He suddenly had a vague memory of having planted it, but that could not be possible. He sat d
GlitchGlitch by Marian-ette
She'd heard the word from Theodore Rhodes first.
Age eleven at the time, he'd been deeply engrossed in one of his more barbaric videogames when something odd happened: an object, not one of any obvious importance or appeal, had somehow wound up in the middle of his digital path. The brawny thug under his control had inspected the object, jumped on it, punched it, and finally shot at it several times before Theodore decided that the object was just an error, a mistake. A glitch.
And Glitch fancied herself just that.
But even now, as the approximate seventeen-year-old sat at the end of the table two years later, it was clear to her still that something was indeed wrong. For although the girl should have been obvious with her brightly-colored clothing and her friendly demeanor, the people with whom she sat seemed hardly aware of her presence.
There was an odd quiet that hung over the family of five as they a
CytotoxicityHe was alone, seemingly left to rot in the middle of the impenetrable forest of coniferous trees, expanding into disordered rows for as far as the eye can see. The figure sat in the middle of the trees, the invisible sun basking his skin in its warm light that was being filtered through the trees. He sighed contently as the warmth increased, a few birds floated by his vision. He closed eyes and rested, smiling as the water floated in a nearby stream over the black river rock.Cytotoxicity by N40-M1
His train of thought was not derailed as two men slowly entered the padded room towards the straight jacketed figure, one holding at small syringe of medication. Still the figure continued to stare out the window. "Derek?" said one of the men while spinning the syringe with practiced, calloused hands. The jacketed figure continued to stare out the window, unfazed by the nonphysical methods of getting his attention.
The scene shifted in his mind, morphing and warping him to a cave. The cool wind moaning slightly as