• The Wanderer commented on the post, instruct 1 year, 3 months ago

    “Shift your stance. You must balance your weight.”
    The sky is still grey. Colors, the faintest flickers, are beginning to surface near the horizon, racing along the clouded edge and blazoning the arrival of the sun.
    “Lower your center of gravity, but don’t let it dip. It’s important to be stable when channeling the light, no matter where you are…[Read more]

  • The Wanderer commented on the post, contracts 2 years ago

    “I wouldn’t go for it, Prime,” he rumbled, eyeing the document. “This is too sudden. Surely this can’t be for good ends.”
    “I know, Skyfire, I know,” the leader sighed. He brought a hand to the crest of his helm, digits dipping into the light dent decorating the metal with an absent movement. “The humans can be trusted only so far. We have yet to…[Read more]

  • The Wanderer commented on the post, studying 2 years ago

    The book snapped shut.
    With a quiet sigh the librarian lifted the board, slipping through the entryway and lowering it gently as she crossed to the other side. From across the main room the student was packing his things, papers previously dropped to the floor being reorganized and pens being slipped into their pockets. She reached his table…[Read more]

  • The Wanderer commented on the post, concert 2 years ago

    “A concert?”
    She stopped.
    “Yes, a concert, duh? You didn’t know we were going to see a band play?”
    “No, I didn’t, I–I’m not in the loop very well.”
    She laughed, a confused, obligatory sort of sound. “I’m not…sure how you could have missed that, it was…it was all over every social group we have.”
    An anguished chill tingled up my spine.…[Read more]

  • The Wanderer commented on the post, iron 2 years, 5 months ago

    /clang/
    Solidity.
    /clang/
    Strength.
    /clang/
    Resistance.
    /clang/
    All these were symbolized by the iron hammer that was striking the iron blade. The black of its impurity was dark and true, and as he lifted the blade it glinted dully in the flickering light of the furnace.
    The tongs gripped it firmly, and he dipped it into the bucket of…[Read more]

  • The Wanderer commented on the post, changes 2 years, 5 months ago

    Having been on earth for some time–nearing two decades now–it was easy to see that despite his best efforts, he had grown on the planet. It was, oddly enough, significantly larger than his homeworld; yet its inhabitants were much, much smaller and most delicate than any of his kind. It was an interesting fact and he found himself more interested…[Read more]

  • The Wanderer commented on the post, bathed 2 years, 5 months ago

    “What…what is this?”
    “It’s a car wash. It’ll get you all squeaky clean.”
    “I do not wish to squeak.”
    “It’s an expression.”
    “It does not make much sense.”
    “It’s…just a–”
    “Wait, what are those?”
    “What-”
    “They are approaching quickly. Should I be concerned?”
    “No, those are just–”
    “Why are they hitting me repeatedly with some form of…[Read more]

  • “HEY SUNNY!”
    He jumped, the datapad in his hands nearly slipping as the cube resting on the small table beside him quivered with the motion. With one hand he threw up his shades and with the other he steadied himself(and the datapad) on the chair, peering at his brother in distaste.
    “What the pit, Sideswipe?”
    With a broad grin, the red…[Read more]

  • The Wanderer commented on the post, worth 2 years, 5 months ago

    “Okay, so you’re trying to tell me that this is worth five dollars, right?”
    He nodded, an uncomfortable prickling beginning at the back of his neck.
    “If this is worth five dollars, then why are you carrying five hundred dollars on your person?”
    He shifted, glancing between the two officers. If was going to get out of this, he had to be quick.

  • “I–/what/?”
    Her hands flew to cover her mouth as she realized how her words sounded. Stumbling over herself to explain, she sputtered, “No, no, n–I–that’s not–okay, that sounded really bad, but I–it–”
    He turned stiffly, quickly hiding the stunned expression that crossed his face.
    “I PROMISE all I wanted was to ask you how your day went!”

  • “What do you MEAN, it’s not VALID?”
    With a quiet, forced breath, the security personnel dragged a hand down his face and thumped the thin book onto the counter of the security station, his distaste for the woman’s reaction dripping off every motion.
    “I mean it doesn’t qualify as a registered passport. You cannot pass through international…[Read more]

  • The Wanderer commented on the post, lint 2 years, 5 months ago

    (entry for parking, 9.17.16. This idea wouldn’t go away so I figured I would write it anyway, oops again)
    “Okay, good, doing good, now just slowly start to back up and–brake brake BRAKE BRAKEBRAKEBRAKE–”
    A dull thump echoed from the rear bumper, and Carly winced as a frustrated cry echoed from the dull green Toyota.
    “Why is this at all…[Read more]

  • The Wanderer commented on the post, lint 2 years, 5 months ago

    (for yesterday’s onward. meant to write it in school but forgot, oops)

    “Do you think we’ll ever get home?”
    The sudden question had broken the thin sheet of silence that lay draped across the dead volcano. The desert flat below was a warm, dull color, the color of sun-baked sand.
    He turned, brows furrowing in the orange light of the low,…[Read more]

  • The Wanderer commented on the post, lint 2 years, 5 months ago

    My pocket was full. Reaching down to undo the button holding its latch, I couldn’t help but notice that despite its bulging exterior, very little weight was actually pulling on the leg of my pants.
    Upon digging my hand into its interior, I felt a soft bundle, and withdrew the object to peer at it as it rested in my palms.
    It was a very large…[Read more]

  • The Wanderer commented on the post, degree 2 years, 5 months ago

    “Any progress on that AC?”
    The wafting waves of heat were nearly overbearing by this point. The first hour hadn’t been too terrible; the lingering effects of the then-functioning AC had been heavenly, drafting through the Ark like some beating of angel’s wings. Then afternoon had rolled around, and the sun, at its highest point, was harsh and…[Read more]

  • A quick blow rapped against his chest, and a shrill whistle echoed in the otherwise empty gymnasium.
    “Another one, huh?” the opponent panted. Their stance oozed expertise, their movements light and footwork deft.
    The first raised his rapier once more, breathing as heavily as his foe.
    “Another…one.”

  • The Wanderer commented on the post, apron 2 years, 6 months ago

    The kitchen was bustling with the various sounds of appliances and tools. The delicate metallic scratching of a whisk striking a metal bowl repeatedly harmonized with the warm sound of the gas stove and the bubbling of the water-filled pot on the back burner.
    “Where are the chocolate chips?” she shouted over the ruckus. Her red-and-white plaid…[Read more]

  • The Wanderer commented on the post, salmon 2 years, 6 months ago

    “Smoked, grilled, blackened, or charred?”
    I blinked.
    The man was staring at me blankly.
    “I…w…what?”
    “Smoked, grilled blackened or charred?”
    I brought my hand to my mouth, attempting to hide the nervousness on my face. Human customs were strange enough; learning the complexities of their cuisine and dining fashion was even harder.
    “I just…[Read more]

  • The Wanderer commented on the post, timing 2 years, 6 months ago

    The world had been a difference place when he was smaller. Cars had been big, rumbling monsters of a machine; music came through now-vintage records or the local diner’s jukebox. Clothes actually covered your skin; the collars were always upright and suits were a near necessity.
    He watched as his youngest daughter giggled at her older brother’s…[Read more]

  • “Listen, Sam, I know how much you want this.”
    Sam was silent. The wind was light, stale; the jungle forestry around them was rustling faintly.
    “We don’t need it.”
    Nathan’s voice was strained. He lifted a hand towards his brother pleadingly.
    A distant boom echoed. Rafe was still at work.
    “Let’s go home now.”
    Sam turned his back on the island.
    “Fine.”