Chapter 3: The Queen and the Imp
Room Seven was simple, clean, and just like the rest of the Storybrooke Bed & Breakfast, it was right out of a Better Homes and Gardens Magazine from the mid-60s.
Positively quaint, and absolutely one-hundred-percent 2025-10-30 05:54:15 +0000 UTC View Post
Chapter 2: The Wolf and the Welcome
The inside of the yellow Beetle was a hell of a lot more comfortable when you weren't being introduced to it at thirty miles an hour.
Small victories.
The engine rattled a bit (not much, but enough to definitely get on your nerves ...
2025-10-29 17:53:19 +0000 UTC View PostNext 3 chapters of Life Is But A Game are drafted out, I’ll start writing once I finish drafting number 5
Next four chapters of Fighting Chance are drafted out. Will start writing once I get to number 5
The next 10 chapters of WAR are drafted out. Will sta...
2025-10-23 21:18:04 +0000 UTC View PostSo In the last 25 days, i updated massive disaster, Greg VS, north in the north, project rowdy, and running for himself.
Are there any other stories you guys would like to vote on for the next three sets of updates?
We have fool of the devil, life is but a game, Sukuna the last sorcer...
2025-10-23 02:14:43 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 1: Waking Up is Hard to Do
Son of a-
The first thing that clawed its way into his brain was the smell. He knew that smell more than he knew anything; the same kind of sharp chemical bite that scraped the insides of your nose all the...
Interlude 8
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Metallic-looking clouds churned in dark red and muddy orange, the planet below almost invisible through the haze. Despite the lack of visibility, though, a ship broke through from orbit and aim...
2025-10-19 09:00:08 +0000 UTC View PostInterlude 7
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The silence in the Council chambers carried the weight of procedure, that which preceded decisions already processed but yet to be acted on. It was the sort of structure any Turian worth their ...
2025-10-19 00:24:51 +0000 UTC View PostInterlude 6
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White was clinical.
White was sterile.
White was… fucking everywhere, man.
This color, this non-color; whatever semantic bullshit you wanted to use for it. Zedd kne...
2025-10-18 07:08:18 +0000 UTC View PostInterlude 5
The shot opened with a shudder, lens struggling to stabilize through a wall of sound; the scream of a high-gain electric guitar riff peaking high as a skyscraping marvel filled the frame.
The music was a sharp contrast to the sight, squealing tones against...
2025-10-16 19:28:25 +0000 UTC View PostPrefab air carried rust in its vents; rust and something thicker.
Maybe the thick stench of contempt that seemed to come standard issue with Batarian atmosphere, speaking air recycled so many times it still carried the same presence.
Whatever it was, it was certainly familiar. <...
2025-10-16 04:00:25 +0000 UTC View PostIntroducing a newly commissioned story by a Patron: A Curse Upon Thee (Once Upon A Time/Celestial Grimore/Jujutsu Kaisen)
The rain wasn’t hypnotic.
Emma Swan wished it was though, something to take her mind off all this w\eirdness of today as she drove ...
2025-10-15 06:20:20 +0000 UTC View PostEXTRANET CHANNEL 1517: The feed shifted, signal clearing up as the visual of the dusty rust-colored surface of a mining asteroid filled the view. A reporter — human, handsome, but clearly aging past his prime — stood in front of the camera drone. The man was fully encl...
2025-10-14 04:47:15 +0000 UTC View PostVI.
The logo turned on its axis, the captive nebula of holographic projection points bright, sleek and stunning in an electric blue hue. A silent perpetual motion, the stylized symbol of the revolutionary young corporation, revolved in the air above the elegant silver of a podium b...
2025-10-13 19:54:20 +0000 UTC View PostWe not… we not doing this. Reginald Franklin was a patient man.
Maybe not in this life, but definitely in the last. After all, you didn’t become a doctor without the ability to keep your head down, on straight, and focused forward through all the bullshit in your way.
Whi...
2025-10-12 04:48:52 +0000 UTC View PostHe opened his eyes, one lens of his bright blue glasses shattered to all hell, as the percussive boom slapped hard against his chest.
The speedster grunted, mouth full of smoke and dirt as he fought to keep from stumbling, the world nothing but explosions in the hellscape he ...
2025-10-11 02:51:08 +0000 UTC View PostThe eighty-second floor of Vought Tower was thick with the scent of money.
Well, that and the expensive air freshener pumped in through the vents.
Abstract art, soulless as the people that bought it to prove they had whatever passed as taste for the rich, littered the hallway Reggie...
Spaces revolved around their need and those who used them.
That was one of those self-evident things that probably sounded more profound than they actually were. As a person, A-Train had been a newly rich, fame-hungry, drug-using, hip-hop culture loving superhero enjoying the hell out of hi...
2025-10-07 20:40:03 +0000 UTC View PostThe ninety-ninth-floor meeting room of Vought Tower was, as always, a sterile cathedral of corporate power. Statues and murals and all of the finery to keep them pacified, everything expected of upjumped lab experiments playing a pantheon.
Recently, however, it was the exact same place wher...
2025-10-07 04:03:00 +0000 UTC View PostThe world was a blur and his ears were full of Cecil’s voice, the director calm and flat in his tone as he ever was. Unfortunately, speaking in dulcet tones was a piss-poor idea when it came time to compete with the wind screaming past his face.
Luckily for the director, though, his...
2025-10-06 15:11:22 +0000 UTC View PostThe technicolor trio that was the Trinity dropped out of the sky, each one of them taking in the defeated sigh of a ruined vista; a previously picture-perfect postcard picked to pieces.
A single inhale told the oldest the air tasted wrong, thick with a heavy scent that he and all the Boys k...
2025-10-05 15:56:46 +0000 UTC View PostA dozen flashbulbs went off right in his frickin’ face, bright enough that fire-truck red retinas whited out for a fraction of a second.
As the world bleached itself into nothing but afterimage and heat, the leader of the world’s most powerful super-team didn't so much as flinc...
2025-10-04 11:53:31 +0000 UTC View PostThe GDA's rec lounge was the aggressive beige of something that could only be explicitly government-approved; designed by committee till the point someone clearly just gave up and picked the least offensive shade they had to choose from.
Brick couldn’t exactly hate on them for that,...
2025-10-04 08:07:08 +0000 UTC View PostArc 5: Interlude II
The smoke on the horizon was a thin, grey smudge against a sky just as dull; another village burning at the hands of the Lannisters forces.
The youngest daughter of House Tully stood at the window of Bitterbridge Keep, finger tracing the weat...
2025-10-03 19:03:27 +0000 UTC View PostArc 5, Interlude 1: "The Lady of the Brightfort"
“Kweh.”
The morning mist rolled thick as Merrin’s stew, grey and slow as it poured over the white stone of the battlements. Grey eyes watched it all, a slight smile below them, as Lady Gwenevere of the Brightfort...
Castle-forged steel came down, the blade of the Night's Watch wreathed in orange fire he'd pulled from somewhere deep in his gut. Simple steel it was, but it served well enough as the fire and force carved through rotted flesh gone frozen. The dead thing stumbled back, blue eyes flickering the wa...
2025-10-02 01:52:24 +0000 UTC View PostKayden's apartment was... beige.
A simple two-bedroom place, large enough and expensive enough that his father wouldn't feel like the alimony was going to waste, but not so big that his ex-stepmother was exactly happy about it after years of living in a mansion. The furniture was aggressive...
2025-10-01 05:11:35 +0000 UTC View PostIt was weird how news anchors had a certain look to them.
At least the white guys.
Maybe it was just the way the newscaster voice required you to speak when you delivered the news to cut out any trace of accent, and it eventually made your jaw and face shape change to kind of al...
2025-09-30 22:40:57 +0000 UTC View PostSo, fun fact, I'm 90% done with the next Greg chapter and the one after that is pretty much done too. Those two will be posted today.
However, I was looking at the plotting for WAR: What is it Good For toward the next two arcs and I'm suddenly reminded I wrote most of this while sick as hel...
2025-09-30 21:24:15 +0000 UTC View PostThe next day.
Sunday.
A day of rest, allegedly.
For a freshly un-grounded Greg, it was just another day to try and figure out what the hell he was supposed to do now. The big, dramatic speech in the warehouse had felt good. Epic, even. CHA + 1 worthy.
But speeches...
2025-09-30 14:21:19 +0000 UTC View PostNext 3 chapters have been outlined.
They will be posted today.
Running from Himself has been outlined in full for the next 2 chapters as well.
2025-09-29 13:25:31 +0000 UTC View Post