The HistorianThe Historian I leaned back, took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes, this latest find was straining my knowledge of the 2010's. it was a human artifact, and in surprisingly good condition, which was why they sent it to me, I was one of the few who had a knowledge of pre-war computers. I stared at the ceiling for a moment, before my colleague, Carter, said "you really shouldn't overwork yourself, that thing will still be there in the morning." "I know, but this is the first time they sent me one." "What is it, anyways?""It's a laptop computer, idiot, it's what they used before they had neural interfaces." "Oh, so it's a human one, then?" "Uh, yeah? All I need to do is rework the power supply and I should be able to conjure some life out of it, who knows what knowledge is hidden inside, it could answer hundreds of questions." "But weren't all those things fried when the bombs fell?" "Not all,
Side effects Part 2Side Effects-part 2, side effects may include I eventually made it out to the highway, passing a few crashed cars along the way, and just as I pulled onto a cloverleaf, I hear an all-too familiar "puk-ish" of a can opening. I squeezed the steering wheel, and grumbled "That better not be my Mountain Dew." Grace chuckled, then said "relax, there's several cases back here, and I also found an assault rifle, with a banana clip." I rolled my eyes "Extended Mag, it's an extended magazine, it sounds weird when you say it the other way." "Well, if that's the way you want to be about it, you can just keep the pistol." I gripped the steering wheel tightly again "Desert Eagle, it's a Desert Eagle." "This is gonna be a long trip with you nitpicking the whole way." I just sighed, and loosened my grip a little as I maneuvered around a jackknifed rig, and slowed to a stop. "Why are you stopping?" "Semi truck, this RV
Lost In Fear And ShadowThe cruiser pulled back into the driveway of her apartment, Fiona couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming shame at what she just did, her head was hung to indicate as much. She had brought a good person so much pain that if she had just shot him, that would have been a kindness."How can I live with myself after this." she asked herself as she dragged he feet and tail into her apartment, he wings just hung limp on her back, "He trusted me, call me a friend and I just did what I was told do. I just wish it would all just end."The dragoness just sat laid do on her bed and just started to sob into her claws. She wept for about five minutes till a voice from outside her window got her attention."You really sure know how to screw people over." said the voice.It was defiantly male, that was apparent from the deepness of it, but it was certainly a male dragon's voice because it also had an edge to it. Not really a growl, just like more animalistic vocal cords work making the voice.
Fatal flight plan part 3Fatal Flight Plan Part 3 I ran down the corridor after Manx, once we rounded the first corner, I had completely lost track of him. I had to slide to a stop as I almost collided with an enormous wall of flesh. I looked up to see one of my new scaled masters, and he didn't look too happy to see me. My attention was suddenly drawn to a cluster of missing scales on his face as he said "So, she decided to keep you after all" I swallowed hard, recognizing his voice as the one who Ebony had swung at, and said "y-yes, she said I could stay as her pet." He leaned down, and took a sniff, then furled his nose and said "take a bath, you still stink of human
and, try to stay out from underfoot, unless you want to learn how to fly without use of your wings, Ebony might think you're cute, and worthy of keeping, but I won't hesitate to step on you if you get in the way." I sheepishly nodded, and said "yes sir, of course." And then scurried along. I