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Veronica Volt's picture

When claws are not so sharp


Houses do not usually talk. Veronica knew this. She jumped out of the buggy again, looked back to the house hidden in the darkness and listened. Nothing. Just the wind. Veronica was about to get back into the buggy when she heard it again.


It was not the wind. It was a voice.

'Help me. Please. I can hear you out there,' the voice called again from the house.

'Hallo?' Veronica called in reply. 'Is anyone there?'

'Over here,' returned the voice. 'The house. Inside the house.'

The Wasteland Valley

((Hey all, new here. Just a short story I did during work. I'm Vihtori Raivon ingame if anyone has any suggestions in regards to RP Hubs and things of that nature, still getting my footing.))
Veronica Volt's picture


'Are you sure?' Luka asked walking around the rock on which Veronica sat.

'Yes,' Veronica replied. 'The mechanic said on the radio that he will send someone.'

Luka stopped walking and looked at the buggy. Silent and still. 'Perhaps you could try it again?' he suggested.

'We have tried it four time already,' Veronica said. 'Something is wrong, it needs the Mechanic to examine it.'

'Did you check the fuel?' Luka asked.

'It is electric,' Veronica said. 'Battery not fuel.'

notheredave's picture



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Monday Morning (Let's call it 10 AM)

Tukiko took a deep breath and with two hands, placed the manila folder she had been carrying flat on Joe's desk.

"I'm not sending anyone back to the... I mean home. They're all fine." She opened the folder and read from it. "Two cases of acute viral rhinopharyngitis. Several none work related abrasions..."

Joe sat up.

"Acute viral whatnow?"

"A cold Joe. Two of the children have a cold."

"Well why didn't you say that in the first place instead of getting all 'Lah-di-dah' doctor on me?"

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Monday Morning (Getting on for 10 o'clock)

It had taken a while, but Joe's ears were now picking up the familiar sounds of ammunition, and therefore chips, being made once again. One by one even the four urchins of the apocalypse had seepishly slunk back into the office and, under Joe's hard stare, got back on with their work. Lethal head lice having beeen proved non-existant thanks to the orphanage's liberal use of a particularly pungent but effective shampoo. Peace, then, had returned to the ammunition factory.

Well, for a few minutes anyway.

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Monday Morning (About the same time)

Joe tapped the broken pencil on the desk a few times before getting to his feet and walking around the desk to the door. On the other side of the half glazed door was a plank balcony, with stairs at one end and the only unbarred window at the other. The balcony allowed Joe to look down onto the shop floor and his regular appearances through the day helped to keep up production. He stretched his arms along the bannister rail and took in the scene below.

Veronica Volt's picture

Foot Fools in the Shadows

Veronica and Sharky stood outside the cave looking at the enterance.

'This is it,' Sharky said. 'The home of a huge Sasquatch.'

'The cave looks like a throat,' Veronica said.

'With a huge hand on top of it,' Sharky added. 'See, it even has a thumb.'

'Yes, You are right!' Veronica responded seeing it also.

'A big hand for a big foot,' Sharky chuckled.

'And a big throat,' Veronica added.

'But is it deep?' Sharky said quietly.

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Monday Morning 9:15 AM (ish)

From inside his office Joe stopped hearing the normal low noise of a smoothly running ammunition production line. He looked up from his desk. The glance he directed at the four little orphans in the corner ensured that they didn't add to the sudden drop in productivity as four unkempt heads immediately assumed an air of increased concentration on their tasks.

Joe's attention was turned to the half glazed door as footseps outside signaled the hurried approach of some urchin or other, hopefully with news of why he was no longer making money.

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Monday morning 7.30 AM

Joe tried to count heads while the crush of orphans forced and fought their way through the door into the ammunition factory. The older ones won of course. Bigger, stronger, and in most cases, meaner. But that was ok because it made it easier for Joe to spot the four faces he was looking for.

"Oi! Finny, One Tooth, Casper and Worms."

Canni Belle's picture

Little Girl Lost-Call of the Wild (Pt 2)


((due to moving it took longer then I expected to get back to writing, continuation from part 1 that can be found here.))

Engel's picture

Scavenging run


Zanesville outskirts, Sector 1

notheredave's picture

NoWHere near here

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Waffelhus Enterprises A/S Præsenterer ... Hyle's Birthday Party !!



(( It would be fantastic to see as many old friends as we can get there ))


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Knock, Knock, Knocking on Halloween Door


It was Halloween and the gloom of the evening seemed to be alive with mischief. Or so Veronica liked to imagine. As she stood in Lukas lab in New Flagstaff she glanced over to the carved pumpkin near the window. Well, it was not really a pumpkin, more a oversize tainted vegetable of some kind. Actually it was not really carved, more hacked to some hideous form by the enthusiasm of Veronica but with very limited skill. She smiled. It really was hideous. Luka hated it but it quite is the resemblance of him she thought.

Aventae's picture

The Box (Pt 1: Family)



(Artist: Me!) (Music: Fleshless)








Engel's picture

The seeds

Hello to everyone that still reads and posts on these forums. I wanted to share fantastic news that I am currently writing a proper book!!

During the time spent in FE and on this forum I've gradually lost any fear of writing. At first I thought that I could only write short forms but it turned out that a book is just a collection of relatively short chapters.

notheredave's picture

Un Hinge


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Veronica Volt's picture

Like a Volt in the Night

'Calling Window Washer. Calling Window Washer. Hallo? Are you there?' Veronica stopped and listened to the radio. No response. She glanced out of the garage to the Picus gate, illuminated by guard light in the night, before returning to try the radio again. 'Calling Window Washer. This is Purple Pigeon. Are you-'

'Veronica is that you?' returned a voice within the crackle of static.

'Shh... Do not use my real name!' Veronica responded urgently.

'Oh yes... I forgot about that Veronica,' crackled the voice again.

'Fenster! No real names!'

Engel's picture

Holy woman

was waiting in line in front of a makeshift elevator down in Boneclaw, one of those contraptions that make you think if they are really worth getting into - you will avoid walking down the slippery slopes to the lower levels, but you run the risk of plummeting all the way down.

notheredave's picture



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Brink's picture

The folk of Overlook Ridge

It was two years ago that I claimed the Plateau to be cleared of large maneaters. From the trailers of Toro Valley, a prime hunting ground where the majestic natural slope makes it easy to set up a machan for blind hunting, and over the treacherous Dry Flats where the worms call themselves the only hunters, all the way down to Westreach - a bleak place where food is sparse and predators crafty. 

Aventae's picture

The Nightmares of a Mad Child


(Art: ???) (Music: Relaxing Soundzzz)






Veronica Volt's picture

Incident at Picus Ridge - A Special Oddity


Sharkdog glanced out from the garage towards the gate of Picus Ridge. Where was she? Surely she must be here soon. He would have joined her, but the Techs there always seem to be suspicious of him. He walked about impatiently and then looked outside again. Something purple was approaching, fast. 'Sharky! Sharky where are you?' he could hear her calling. He walked outside.

Veronica ran up to him, breathing rapidly and covered in something. 'We must go!' she screamed. 'We must go now! Run!'


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Aventae's picture

In the Men's Room (Pt 2)



(Artist: Rob Zombie: VRRV) (Music: Dolly's Nightmare)








A Little Help From My Friend

A full stomach, gas in his bike, Cole's luck seems to be improving. The young one lifer sets out for a ride to enjoy his day and make his way north looking for more work. Spirits high Cole hammers the throttle down, his old bike responds with a throaty roar and the suspension lowers from the hard acceleration and the bike and rider motor on down the road.




"Hose" be trippin!


the man lets out a grunt of pain as he limps towards his bike, one hand holding a small piece of rubber hose, his other cups the fresh wound on his shoulder.

"Fuckin' bitch!"
Cole kicks at a corpse of a blade dancer as he exits the small camp.

Mia's picture

The glitch of god

"You can stay dead only so long. Where first there was nothing, the pieces all come drifting back together like a movie of an exploding shell run in reverse.
The fragments come back slowly, grating together as they seek a matching part and painfully jar into place. You’re whole again, finally, but the scars and the worn places are all there to remind you that once... you were dead."


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