• Shadow Writer commented on the post, patch 2 months ago

    There were patches on his elbows and lines on his face. The professor was getting old, they all knew it. Some couldn’t accept it. Some could. Professor was of the latter group.

  • Shadow Writer commented on the post, penguin 1 year, 2 months ago

    The penguin looked curiously up at him, big black eyes staring into his. He cocked his head. The penguin did too. He opened his mouth. The penguin opened his beak.

  • She was sensitive, he could tell. Sensitive emotionally, sensitive physically. The back of his mind – traitorous thing – wondered how long it would take to break her through torture. Solitude wouldn’t have worked, obviously.

  • Shadow Writer commented on the post, order 1 year, 3 months ago

    The Order has come.
    It will enforce Order.
    Do not resist, or you will be named Chaotic.
    The Chaotic will be destroyed.
    Do not resist.

  • Shadow Writer commented on the post, circles 1 year, 3 months ago

    We all run in circles
    Chasing our self-righteous tails
    Blaming the -isms when there’s only lack of ability
    There’s no progress made
    Only circles

  • The gasoline fell out of the container as the hooded vandal sloshed it over the mansion. Carpets and antiques were soaked in the flammable liquid, and the cool night air prevented it from evaporating. Nothing was moving except for her, and she nervously looked around, almost wishing to be caught.
    Hours passed, and dawn began to tinge the horizon.…[Read more]

  • Shadow Writer commented on the post, quartz 2 years, 3 months ago

    Rose quartz. It was beautiful, this cavern that was filled with the semiprecious stone. The quartz glittered and shone, seemingly make the light dance in ways unexpected and abstract.

  • “He’ll recover, but the brain damage was extensive.”
    “Are you sure he’ll be the same person when he wakes up?”
    “I hope so.”
    Kylo Ren only nodded. Dr. Autrati was the best neuroscientist in the galaxy.

  • The fabled Stag Nation – the nation of stags.

    Okay, fine, I don’t know what stagnation means off the top of my head. Does that mean I’m a horrible writer? Do you want to fight me over it? I have to warn you, I’ve fought before.

  • The stranger slipped into the tavern, drawing no notice, and slipping over to a table. A waiter came up.
    “I’m just resting,” he said, cutting her off.

  • The drummer paraded up and down the street, watching for the sign that his conductor had given. Something was off, something wasn’t right.
    There! A glimmer of light! Was that the Unbalancer that was haunting this band?

  • The everlasting covenant. The one thing that had held his people together.
    But it was broken, sealed in a glass case in a forgotten wing of a forgotten museum, only waiting to be touched by the right person…

  • Shadow Writer commented on the post, lift 2 years, 5 months ago

    “I need a lift. Can you get me to Coruscant?”
    “Sure, kid. Hop on the shuttle – I’ll pay.”
    “Thanks. I really appreciate it.”
    Rey sprinted up the ramp and into the ship, off for Coruscant – and, possibly, her family – at last.

  • The thieves came in the night, stealing all the people’s gold and silver and all manner of precious things. That was okay though, because they were Mormons and believed in treasures in heaven.

  • She walked over to the group, trying to introduce herself, but they turned their backs. Just like every other group that she had ever met.
    Would she ever find a group of friends?

  • “He’s a certified florist.”
    I harrumph. Certified florist, my foot. That man couldn’t name a rose if the answer was waved in front of him.

  • Shadow Writer commented on the post, steps 2 years, 6 months ago

    “There are steps you need to take. This isn’t just a one time thing–nothing of importance ever is.”
    “Okay. So, what’s the whole point of this?”
    “To gain an unbiased and knowledgeable view of the universe we live in.”

  • “Stop!”
    “What?”
    “Stop! Ren’s not evil!”
    “That’s impossible!”
    “It’s true! He’s just misguided! Snoke tricked him!”
    “Okay, now you’re just messing with my head.”

  • Underground, she was safe.
    Aboveground, where the normal people were, she was despised and hated. Aboveground, she was driven from place to place.
    But here, underground, she could be free. She could sing and scream as loudly as she wanted to, and never worry about another finding out.

  • Shadow Writer commented on the post, haunt 2 years, 6 months ago

    The haunt was deserted. Callas called for any other ghost (to humans, the ghost language just sounded like BOO over and over again), before deciding to move in. He had hated the dorms back in ghost college.
    He dropped his stuff down. His new home sweet home.