notheredave - Sun, 03/20/2016 - 1:01pm
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Hyle Troy - Thu, 03/17/2016 - 5:14am
In the distance she could hear the mixed sound of Sharky's motorcycle. The unmistakable symphony of growl, burp and fart.
Hyles day was almost over His day just starting. But over the weeks it had become a little habit that they would join for a supper/breakfast.
The conversation was always fun. Surreal, interesting.
Discussions on culture differences. He Being Chota, she being Tech. The fact thier body clocks were so out of synch, they only had time together short.
Mia - Fri, 03/11/2016 - 8:06am
notheredave - Tue, 03/01/2016 - 1:51pm
EVERY animal near ever. Just bones. Now. Most beautifull, see Death in or near_here. Death SO beautifull VACATED . I no more. No more like,....u before u like before? NOTH ,NOWHERE. If u CAN t imagineand fuck me in the other place; if u wish and when i look into ur eyes our eyes i. GAZE DOWN, eyes closed .go back LOVER? We are into the blow like in spot. Exact !Anomalties ,Veronica on a swing.Spot tell usEvery life is in many days, day after day Where every where is ever u were?Where ever shes ever been? lLIES .. Thats where were headin. Om. In the mirror. Pass that spot...
Metal - Tue, 03/01/2016 - 7:54am
((Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of cannibalism, Schizophrenia, and Corpse Mutillation. I tried to spare every gory detail leaving in only enough where a general picture could form in the mind of the reader, as I wanted this to be friendly to most audiences.))
Darmody - Mon, 02/29/2016 - 5:19pm
It's been 2 months... I've ventured back and fourth out of the village in that fraction of time. But for the past month and a half I was out of the village. I went to visit other cities and outposts, there was one completely walled up by survivors. They had Enforcer tents, military issued equipment. None of them were military however.
Malteserlord - Wed, 02/24/2016 - 4:06pm
Karl now well rested and with light beginning to appear over a nearby hill cascading down onto the small camp he currently resided, it wasn't much but it was a respite from the wasteland. The small camp consisted of a small fireplace flanked from all angles with varying sizes of rocks a simple creation and yet so esential to life. Just beyond the fireplace laid an unfurled bedroll tattered with a collection of belongings including a rifle, the ammo for said rifle, a few pictures facing down onto to the ground and finally a small bag that contained a couple of cans of food and some water.
Pyrok Driftlin - Wed, 02/24/2016 - 10:39am
Things to be thankful for:
My steadily returning technical aptitude
The hobby store down the road
A relatively undisturbed library
notheredave - Mon, 02/22/2016 - 2:22pm
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Joe Spivey - Sat, 02/20/2016 - 7:43am
Bodil relaxed… a little. Well, perhaps more than a little. It was a nice day. The countryside was beautiful, despite the lurking Auto-Cults. The car was air conditioned. Victor was charming, and he smelled nice. So, Bodil didn’t let little things bother her. Like that she was being driven to a place she didn’t know, to be among people she didn’t know to be a witness to something she knew nothing about.
Talicni Tom - Fri, 02/19/2016 - 6:53am
Countless restless nights draining the will to get out of bed just to avoid further stress of this strange thing that everyone refers to as everyday life.
Nightmares by night level the amount of trouble and misery seen by day. Many times before thought of just ending it all came to his mind. Thinking whats the point of counting sand grains in the desert when you can see desert storm approaching on the horizon.
Kabou Dabi - Tue, 02/16/2016 - 10:05pm
The radiant sun shined especially bright on this quite day. Sandy footprints being blown over by the short gusts of the heated wind. If it caught you off guard, you may even get some wasteland dust in your eyes. The air had a certain heaviness to it, possibly a factor of humidity, but he wasn't a weatherman, so who knew.
Veronica Volt - Tue, 02/16/2016 - 7:42pm
The secret agent struggled but the straps were too strong. He was firmly attached to the table. Nearby the machine was quiet with a hint of menace to come.
'It is no use struggling Mr Bond,' said a man in a white suit before pulling a huge lever. The machine began to hum and then pulse of electrical sparks which danced all over it.
'What are you going to do with me?' Bond asked hiding fear and concern from his voice, ever professional.
'Give to you a little encouragement,' the man said with an evil grin.
Joe Spivey - Sat, 02/13/2016 - 7:26am
((I at last found a picture that does justice to my concept of the Troy family headquarters seven hundred years after the end of the Clone War))
Sang - Sat, 02/13/2016 - 2:33am
Red is what she saw.
Red is the color of Fury
She mounted blades and spikes on her vehicle as and named it Vengence.
Red is the color of Revenge.
The same color that poured from between the young girls pale thighs and bare slit throat.
Blood mingled with mud and became black, like the sky.
A new storm swept to the unsuspecting camp of men, smug with their recent debauchery.
Kabou Dabi - Fri, 02/12/2016 - 7:35am
The sound of worn shoes on pavement was quite a calming one; walking down the road south of Oilville could either be a cool night's walk, or a blood bath. Depended on how lucky you were, and how colorful your pocket of chips was.
Aventae - Mon, 02/08/2016 - 4:16am
Veronica Volt - Thu, 02/04/2016 - 7:32pm
It stands there always. Sometime alone. Sometime with others. Some feed it. Many visit it. In rain it stand, in sun, in day, in night. Guardian of the secrets within. Keeper of the mysteries shrouded in paper and string.
Veronica walked over to it and stood in front of it. Was it in there? She thought to herself. Had it arrived? A man nearby glanced in her direction. A woman stopped talking to her friend and turned to see what would happen. Two people walking stopped to watch. Excitement. Anticipation. Veronica opened the mailbox. Slowly. Carefully...
Maddox Maxxinsky - Thu, 02/04/2016 - 2:34pm
Evening sunset; somewhere between Oilville, and Depot 66..............................
Engel - Thu, 02/04/2016 - 1:21am
A theory about the world of Fallen Earth
Premise: in a sealed-off environment, you can control everything.
The year is not 2156.
The history that you are familiar with - is false.
Shiva virus is a lie.
Something did happen around the 2050 that is far more terrible than global nuclear war and virus outbreak.
Since the incident, the Earth is totally uninhabitable by humans. There were no human survivors. None. The Earth has fallen.
notheredave - Mon, 02/01/2016 - 2:16pm
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Liam Sinclair - Fri, 01/29/2016 - 8:32pm
*Flyers can be seen posted up at bars, post offices, LifeNet Bunkers and many of the common populated areas of Northfields and Plateau. The flyers seemed to have been put up in different fashions, clearly someone was hurrying to get as many posted up as possible*
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Joe Spivey - Fri, 01/29/2016 - 3:03am
The following morning there was a note with breakfast.
Dear Professor Hill.
Dan Blackthorn - Wed, 01/27/2016 - 3:27pm
So, here I am. Talking to myself. I'll write it down, just for the record. I haven't had much sleep, and I think this might help.
I've been thinking of the jobs I've done in the last few days. I'm not a fan of fighting all the time, but being a soldier in my pre-fall life thought me it's something I have to deal with.
Kingsman Prison has been an area of interest lately. Did a little 'supply run' I can't write down on paper, and then Trent tells me he has bounties to go 'collect'. But those come after what happened first.
Talicni Tom - Sat, 01/23/2016 - 3:38pm
As car tires reach the old and familiar road of Credit Bend and salvaged bobble head calm down after rough terrain, Tom starts eyeing closest parking spot to his room at the motel. As rocks spray out beneath turning tires on the drive way, Tom spots that almost perfect spot just under his window of the upstairs room.