The Scourge of Beta Prime (and 16 other planets) by ThaumaturgicalFox, literature
Literature
The Scourge of Beta Prime (and 16 other planets)
The tricorder was either reading wrong or it was broken. He shook it anyway, despite it's ionized fission battery. It's not like it would work but he had to know. Was it really her? Did he read this wrong?
Why was his micro-stabilizers pulsating so fast?
Sure, he hadn't seen her since their childhood, but he'll never forget that day.
He never forgets any day anyway.
Hey came out of subspace in complete silence, the 30 foot 200 kiloton creature looked down on the planet with a squint. His face as designed to squint. It made him look more intimidating. The visor behind his refracting lens showed him, yes, she was down there.
She was down t
Just a little something by ThaumaturgicalFox, literature
Literature
Just a little something
“Looks like she died instantly.” Said the coroner, a small poofy kittymorph, the size of some of my nieces. “I can see that, her brain is over there now.” I replied sarcastically, pointing to the far wall with the end of my lit cigarette. And indeed, the wall was covered in a good deal of grey matter and skull fragments. The only stain in the whole place. Pristine, clean, and well ordered, the little flat was decorated sparsely, almost completely minimalist. The coroner looked at my cigarette with a scowl. “You can't smoke here.” I smirked at her, flicking it away to land on the carpet, making a nice little
Not my best work but better than others.
She was awakened, breathing franticly, trying to remember her dream. It was important, terribly important, but the harder she tried to remember it the more it slipped from her grasp, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness and dread. She looked out the window, it was raining heavily and when she pulled back the leaves it splashed her in the face. Shielding her eyes she looked up into the sky, seeing the great Luna and her consort fier she relaxed considerably. Luna was still bright and glowing white, soon it would be pregnant with the golden glow of Fier, which will reside behind her until the flowers
Like most people I assume you dont believe in magic. You believe in electricity, the radio, the television, x-rays, the nuke, quantum physics, artificial organs, the telephone, photography, gravity, nuclear energy, the airliner, centrifuge force, telestrial orbit, and the jellyfish. You believe all that yet you dont believe in magic. Honestly, you amaze me. I believe in magic. You tend to open your eyes more when you come back from the dead. I'm a law enforcement officer of Nashville Tennessee. I drop out of the navy seals program because I couldn't cut it and moved here. This town is were I met jasmine, the love of my life. It's a
I mean tons of them.
"you have five hours soldier!", the commander said. It was john banks first day in P.S.I. and a large mission has just landed in his lap. John is psychic and Evan 4 is were all psychics were sent. In the last 5 years there has been major rebellion on Evan 4. The northern colonies want free travel, since "psychs", as they are called, were deemed severely dangerous to the public. But the "humane act" required psychs to have enough freedom to be human as regulations have set. This meant freedom of government, freedom to bear arms, freedom of speech, religion, and the other basics, and the freedom of military. So Evan 4 is t
Bored Out my Skull by ThaumaturgicalFox, literature
Literature
Bored Out my Skull
Ragged fleeing
Red dark days
Drifting
Screaming today
Tomorrow
Biting tearing
Riping apart
The days end
But life goes on
We know we are
The truth of the red
Were we've gone
Been to the end
On all it be
Ne'er agian
Green Glass
Broken glass
Container of red
Doth thus shine light
On feelings of dread
Knowing where
Does the red be
Endless follow
Never to see
I dream again
Dreaming of yellow
The spirit soaring
On great cliffs
The endless blue
To give agian
Shall it be?
Never to end
Again to please
Of effortless dreams
To end it all
Red days must
Start with it
Of those that sing
Darkened on the breach
We kn
The Scourge of Beta Prime (and 16 other planets) by ThaumaturgicalFox, literature
Literature
The Scourge of Beta Prime (and 16 other planets)
The tricorder was either reading wrong or it was broken. He shook it anyway, despite it's ionized fission battery. It's not like it would work but he had to know. Was it really her? Did he read this wrong?
Why was his micro-stabilizers pulsating so fast?
Sure, he hadn't seen her since their childhood, but he'll never forget that day.
He never forgets any day anyway.
Hey came out of subspace in complete silence, the 30 foot 200 kiloton creature looked down on the planet with a squint. His face as designed to squint. It made him look more intimidating. The visor behind his refracting lens showed him, yes, she was down there.
She was down t
Just a little something by ThaumaturgicalFox, literature
Literature
Just a little something
“Looks like she died instantly.” Said the coroner, a small poofy kittymorph, the size of some of my nieces. “I can see that, her brain is over there now.” I replied sarcastically, pointing to the far wall with the end of my lit cigarette. And indeed, the wall was covered in a good deal of grey matter and skull fragments. The only stain in the whole place. Pristine, clean, and well ordered, the little flat was decorated sparsely, almost completely minimalist. The coroner looked at my cigarette with a scowl. “You can't smoke here.” I smirked at her, flicking it away to land on the carpet, making a nice little
Not my best work but better than others.
She was awakened, breathing franticly, trying to remember her dream. It was important, terribly important, but the harder she tried to remember it the more it slipped from her grasp, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness and dread. She looked out the window, it was raining heavily and when she pulled back the leaves it splashed her in the face. Shielding her eyes she looked up into the sky, seeing the great Luna and her consort fier she relaxed considerably. Luna was still bright and glowing white, soon it would be pregnant with the golden glow of Fier, which will reside behind her until the flowers
Like most people I assume you dont believe in magic. You believe in electricity, the radio, the television, x-rays, the nuke, quantum physics, artificial organs, the telephone, photography, gravity, nuclear energy, the airliner, centrifuge force, telestrial orbit, and the jellyfish. You believe all that yet you dont believe in magic. Honestly, you amaze me. I believe in magic. You tend to open your eyes more when you come back from the dead. I'm a law enforcement officer of Nashville Tennessee. I drop out of the navy seals program because I couldn't cut it and moved here. This town is were I met jasmine, the love of my life. It's a
I mean tons of them.
"you have five hours soldier!", the commander said. It was john banks first day in P.S.I. and a large mission has just landed in his lap. John is psychic and Evan 4 is were all psychics were sent. In the last 5 years there has been major rebellion on Evan 4. The northern colonies want free travel, since "psychs", as they are called, were deemed severely dangerous to the public. But the "humane act" required psychs to have enough freedom to be human as regulations have set. This meant freedom of government, freedom to bear arms, freedom of speech, religion, and the other basics, and the freedom of military. So Evan 4 is t
Bored Out my Skull by ThaumaturgicalFox, literature
Literature
Bored Out my Skull
Ragged fleeing
Red dark days
Drifting
Screaming today
Tomorrow
Biting tearing
Riping apart
The days end
But life goes on
We know we are
The truth of the red
Were we've gone
Been to the end
On all it be
Ne'er agian
Green Glass
Broken glass
Container of red
Doth thus shine light
On feelings of dread
Knowing where
Does the red be
Endless follow
Never to see
I dream again
Dreaming of yellow
The spirit soaring
On great cliffs
The endless blue
To give agian
Shall it be?
Never to end
Again to please
Of effortless dreams
To end it all
Red days must
Start with it
Of those that sing
Darkened on the breach
We kn
When the goddess of reincarnation decided to give me form once again, she was busy with my brother and after several hours of turning him into a very attractive boulder, she spilled soda on her desktop and made a fox man. So here I exist. With the awareness of a Fox and the depth of a Man. Think how hard it is to get in the shower like that.
Favourite Visual Artist
Boris Velejo
Favourite Movies
The Fifth Element
Favourite TV Shows
Archer
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Tsunami Bomb/The Action Design
Favourite Books
All of them. I mean it.
Favourite Writers
Me. Becuase I'm an egotist. Also Ed Greenwood, becuase he's just as insane.
That I used this? I'm a published author now and I'm looking back, wondering why there are some things I never touched. This is one, one I left a few things in. Maybe I'll put more in it, my corner of the internet where it's dark and lonely, uninhabited, and quite. Just how I like it.
It makes concentration easier, that's for sure.
...Since I doubt anyone is ever going to read this I'm going to vent.
If you ever wrote for a living you understand all beginings start somwhere before the actual formal beginning. I was not always a bitter anti-social jerk. I'm still rather freindly, to those who have proven themselves not to be a waste of my time. Thats where it begins. People. I love them. I hate them. I've tried, oh my goddess how I've tried, to help people. I suffered more than I thought I could bear just so others could be happy. I wholeheartedly believed the only reason I had to suffer was to keep others going. The drain on my body, mind and spirit was criplling. I am