In which we are saved. Dedicated to the rebel of the group. They knew they were about to die. The boy looked around, assessing his battleground. Then he nodded at the room of scrambling lab coats and green tint. He raised his freckled arms, revealing two heavy assault rifles, black as wet obsidian. Then justice … Continue reading The Zwillings Part 5
Author: T. Dusenvolt
Poems from the Back of My Head
I wrote these poems fast and when I was tired on purpose to see what I could conjure from the back of my head. Grammatically Inaccurate Truth If people would only be nicer, Then peace would spring up like a geyser Don't hate fella's colors More color's less duller! So gentlemen, just be more wiser … Continue reading Poems from the Back of My Head
The Zwillings, Chapter 1
The pittering and pattering of the harsh winter rain fell loudly on the dark alleyways of Atlanta, but the rain wasn’t the only sound that cold and windy night. The otherworldly hum of airborne machines scouring the area and the electric tap of dying streetlights bolstered the monotone drone of the downpour. All of these … Continue reading The Zwillings, Chapter 1
The Zwillings Part 4
In which the hope we have been waiting for arrives. A special section for those who have written, because I haven't. That switch may have very well changed the course of history as we know it. All was silent. Everyone was still. Every lab rat that they had found had died at this stage, and … Continue reading The Zwillings Part 4
The Zwillings Part 3
In which hope is needed more than ever. Dedicated to the firstborn Ingalls, as usual. No such miracle occurred. Instead, the machine slowly powered down, and the screaming followed its example. The dark silhouette of the woman's head dropped to her heaving chest. All around the laboratory, scientists dashed about, and technicians pattered away furiously … Continue reading The Zwillings Part 3
The Murder of T. Dusenvolt
Generally, murders occur on dark and stormy nights, with suspicious dinner parties and spiteful butlers. These were unlike your general murders. In fact, there was nothing general about them. My father was an admiral. Ettlegan M. Mitherably: A sad man who smoked a pack a day. Wrote great romance though. Makes you think about the … Continue reading The Murder of T. Dusenvolt
The Zwillings Part 2
Like The Eve Project, these stories will start where the last one left off. I'm going to show you some illustrations when I can. Sorry I didn't have one for pt. 1. For the redhead. "Continue." At this, Dr. Carmichael retired to his station at the side of the circular black room, where many gigantic … Continue reading The Zwillings Part 2
The Zwillings Pt. 1
This story is a remake of my earlier story, The Eve Project, which (with the help of a friend) I realized made some readers uncomfortable. This story will have some of the same characters and a similar story. This part is thankfully dedicated to the firstborn Ingalls. The pittering and pattering of the harsh winter … Continue reading The Zwillings Pt. 1
The Westfield Estate Pt. 1
Survival is a gift many people don't realize that they have had since birth. Then again, survival is hard to see. Most people only know that they have it until they are close to losing it. Or already have. My name is Eve Mansbrough. I am twelve years old and I have a story to … Continue reading The Westfield Estate Pt. 1
One Life
It was just another day. Another day of surviving. Another day of bad news, news of loved ones lost. Just like all the days before it so far. Another day of killing so that I could live. I'm not going to go into the details. I was in a war and I killed people. That's … Continue reading One Life
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