Clockwork BattlementsUnderneath the great, grinding cogwheels of the Clockwork Battlements, clandestine schemes were devised, great plans worked out, and many betrayals came to pass. Out of the four main battlements, all but the southernmost were under the firm, unyielding hand of the Clan Engineers. The smallest, southern battlement was, for all intents and purposes theirs as well, but the flag that flew above it was that of Clan Aerospace.Clockwork Battlements
I ran along behind Dixie. We were both wearing uniforms of Clan Engineer, and her bare arms were completely covered with tattoos - delicate structural diagrams, as was the trend at the time among the Engineer cla
Contact - Accessories IncludedDenver International Airport stretched out below her. She couldn't get over how dull and brown everything seemed. She spotted the spiky white roof of the terminal at the centre of four ruler-straight needles of tarmac. Her flight had left Heathrow nine hours previously and seven timezones ago. There, houses had been built up right to the ends of the runway. Every last speck of ground was developed. Here in this weird mirror of the country she'd left, the airport was the only discernible structure for miles around. The plane levelled out, and the panorama visible through the window was replaced by a mottled gray sky.Contact - Accessories Included
She rummaged
Roe3: Signal to Noise* * *Roe3: Signal to Noise
Landfall nestled in the shadow of a largish hill. To the west was the feature that gave the town it's historical significance. A large region of raised, flat ground, that the initial scouting parties first landed on when the planet was explored. The very first settlement was located on the very site that Landfall now occupied. After a decade, when the colony ship arrived, a site on the coast was chosen instead. 'Better natural infrastructure' was the given reason, with justification – a seaport would make the first city that much more prosperous. But some of the pioneers were determined to keep their houses at Landfall. Ove
RoE: The EdenIce shattered as a square patch on the hull slid aside, revealing a dark corridor disappearing almost vertically down into the ship. Fresh ice quickly crept round, sealing it open. A gloved hand scratched on the ice, and someone heaved himself out of the corridor. He wore a sleek flightsuit but no helmet, and carried a black box in one hand.RoE: The Eden
Knell and Jacob just stood there dumbfounded. The man nearly tripped a few steps away from the ship, but he found his balance and scrambled out of the furrow. His eyes flashed with recognition as he noticed them.
"Get under cover!" he roared, running towards the Eternity, "Run!"
The Yellow MailboxMiss Jillian Snarket 345 Cookie way DeviantBake, Cakeland 434577The Yellow Mailbox
Dear Miss Snarket:
We are sending you this letter to remind you of our policy changes. It has come to our attention that some cakes taste better than other cakes, and that certain people prefer to view certain cakemakers over others. Please remember that none of these top cakemakers are you, and that most of them don't even know that you or your family exists. These cakemakers are to be held in high esteem however for their accomplishments in the field. As a cookie maker this effects you directly- we will be downsizing the cookie making indu
The GhostIt’s the strangest feeling, the one you have when a ghost passes through you. Your blood turns cold, you start to shiver and you feel like you’ll never be the same again. You’re right. You won’t.The Ghost
I opened the door to my father’s study and peeked my head inside. The room was empty. He had gone to bed. I opened the door further and took a step across the threshold.
Closing the door behind me I tiptoed across the room. The walls were panelled in dark cherry wood. Everything in the room was heavy, wooden, solid. The windows were covered by heavy green curtains with lighter green and silver flower embroideries and silve
Racking up fifty-two kills with a ten-shot clip.
Tired
You should use devART more, Sammy. People want to see your work.
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I didn't slap you. I high-fived your face.
Srsly!!! STORY BABIES ARE MINE!!!!!
Damn story babies.
I should probably go write something...
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Put more of your stuff up here, Sammy. Please? I like directing my stalkers to your page.
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I didn't slap you. I high-fived your face.
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Don't worry. I'll promise to be better before I just make the same mistake again, just like I always do.
That means I am dependable, and that's a good thing!
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This rose is to let you know that you are my friend, and I love you. No, not in the, "zomg, lemme in ur pants lolz!" way. This is the kind of love where I'll help you stand if you fall, cheer you up if you are sad, be your shoulder to cry on, celebrate your successes, and believe that there is no such thing as failure. You are important to me, and I will always be here for you. We are friends, lovers, and partners for life, and I love you.
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I didn't slap you. I high-fived your face.
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Out of the Fallout: Now available through fine booksellers: [link]
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See the Dead Done Gone. Ask about Adsum.
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AndrewGubb.com | Empowerment in the search for truth and meaning
Oh, that's terrible. I won't be the next Britney Spears. Damnit.
Smile, my love. You make the world a brighter, better place just by doing so.
(Yes, I'm just playing now... sorry...)
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I didn't slap you. I high-fived your face.
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