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I pulled back hard. Taking careful aim I let the ball bearing slip from my fingers. The surgical tubing snapped back to its original length pulling the steel ball with it. The ball rocketed forward propelled by the released energy.

Posted By Braxus On 08.10.2011 @ 10:48 pm

I held my hand awkwardly in front of me. I was afraid to touch it, afraid to touch anything, certain my skin would simply slip off. I had read horror stories about the consequences of liquid burns, but never took any precautions. I cursed my stupidity, my naivete, as I looked down at my rapidly blistering hand. Why couldn’t I have thought ahead and set the cup of noodles on the counter before I poured the water in?

Posted By Braxus On 08.03.2011 @ 12:13 am

It never stopped. The horrific crashing. The guns finally fell silent the day the last human died.

Posted By Braxus On 07.26.2011 @ 3:48 pm

A flicker. A crackle. A burst of pain and death. I stood facing him alone, behind the rows of fallen. My sword heavy, my shield dragging, I knew that now was my only chance. We had spent so many lives charging the walls of this castle, and now the Emperor would die.

Posted By Braxus On 07.26.2011 @ 12:31 am

Bloodless, dry, and somehow still moving. The waves of undead crash into the barricades. We all knew it would end someday, society can’t sustain itself forever, but who knew it would end like this? Zombies I suppose we had prepared for. But skeletons? It doesn’t even make sense.

Posted By Braxus On 07.24.2011 @ 10:36 am

It had been 10 years. He worried. Worried that things would be different, that no one would remember him, that he’d gotten old, fat, bald, and boring. Worried that he wouldn’t be able to handle it. He lied to himself though. He told himself he was worried about seeing his friends, when he was really worried about seeing his father’s dead body.

Posted By Braxus On 07.23.2011 @ 9:50 am

I didn’t know I was gay until I was 19. I knew that I liked boys long before that. I don’t remember not liking boys. Its just, I didn’t know there was a word for it, or that other people were like this. The community didn’t talk about differences. They only focused on sameness. It was after I escaped, when I saw my first rainbow, that I started asking questions. Then I knew, I wasn’t alone.

Posted By Braxus On 07.22.2011 @ 2:07 am