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Tag: hero fiction

  • BMCR Boot Camp Transformations

    Daryl and Gaines ran towards the track. Unlike the rest of the 001, the monsters had extra training. They were late. Daryl couldn’t even fathom what DS Foote would do to either of them. Gaines was literally going to be the death of him.

    “How could you forget that we had extra training tonight?” asked Daryl as they ran towards the pull-up bars.

    “Relax, Kerns,” said Gaines. “We were going to be punished anyway. We’re the enemy here.”

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  • Genesis Chapter 2

    Mankind looked much like man of the present, however, they were much furrier. It would be easy to say that they were apes. By all accounts they showed a lot of the same physiology. But unlike apes, they had a higher perception of the Vibration.

    The drakonians did not understand. Though centuries before they were able to vibrate with the Most High, it was a perception long lost to their kind. So as they hunted and captured as many humans as they could, it concerned them when they heard their mutters, hands clasped with intertwining fingers, eyes squeezed tight, and chins anchored to their chests.

    They shivered, the humans, and what the drakonians mistook for fear, was really powerful, spiritual experience.

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  • Genesis Chapter One

    There has always been much discussion about the first day of the universe. Some will tell you that it was created by an almighty being, and still others will say that the universe was a collection of chemicals that some how collided, creating the cosmos.

    The truth is that both are right. God, in most religions, has a definite shape. He looks like man… man was created in his own image… Sure… But the truth is God has no definite shape.

    He is the words of his book. He is the sun. He is the hidden vibrations in the universe itself. He IS. I AM…

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  • The Cutter’s Club Part 2

    It had been three years since Devon had been abducted by the cutting couple and he had never left the chair or the white, opening-less room. His body had atrophied, he was more skin and fat than muscle and blood any more. He was fed every day, three meals, aside from the cutting, the couple took pretty good care of him.

    His body was covered in scars. There really wasn’t a spot that wasn’t a pink, red, or purple line. It itched, and Devon wished he could scratch… at the same time it wasn’t necessary. He had given up on leaving. He was stuck there. Everyday he was molested and cut. He had been raped by several individuals, who came and went like fresh air. His favorite moments, were the moments he was alone, but there were also the rare moments where his captors let him participate.

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  • Cutter’s Club Part 1

    I would like to preface this by saying that cutting is not a good idea. I’m not a cutter myself, I understand that there must be some sort of adrenaline high that comes from it, but it is harmful to the body and should NOT be practiced. If you are a cutter, I beg you to TELL someone.

    Now, I would also like to say that this story was a nightmare I had. Now I don’t expect this to become some sort of franchise, my plan here is to introduce a character for a bigger project.

    It being a dream, I believe I’ve had some time to kind of hash it out, so here it is:

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