Hoard

I was so happy when he let me stay on watch with him. I was useless with everything else, be it a rifle or a spanner, bandages or even body disposal. I was a dead wait, one reason that the Zed are winning. Had I been a great soldier, maybe the humans would be winning, or even a doctor, I can’t stop thinking like that; even though I know it’s not my fault. When someone dies, I can’t help feel I slowed the group down; I let them get the screaming man or woman. Still, he asked if I want to stay on watch with him, and I agreed. It was rather surprising, considering he was regarded by everyone as the loner, the one who always voted to execute infected humans or nuke a country, if we had a nuke. I was happier still when I noticed the hoard approaching before he did.

There were plans to move before we saw them, but in winter, the longer without a camp, the more chance of death, so we decided to wait for the last moment. And that last moment was now. He had walked up to the tall-ish wall of our camp at my cries, and regarded the horde coolly. At last I timidly offered the opinion that “We should tell someone… if you want.”

He looked at me and said in a monotone sound, almost sadness, “There moving too fast, we won’t make it in time without a distraction”

I tried to say ‘what distraction’ but found the rush of air in my mouth as I fell forward over the wall clogged it as if it was full of foam, and as I landed, I saw He was leaning back, and called “Now we have the time”. 

Then the hoard arrived. I was a suitable distraction.

D-bay

made this in half an hour, after watching a sugar to diesel demonstration on a TV show called horizon.  right now, I think the sentences are a bit short and don't flow, but i just wanted the idea down.

Conner dumped his bag on the kitchen table, and walked into the living room. The forest green wallpaper relaxed his tense body, and as he sat down and opened his laptop, his face glowed with the light on screen.

He typed away for about 2 hours.

Feeling hungry, Conner stood and picked the slab of lamb he picked up on his way home, and a small capsule of diesel, and walked into the kitchen.

Once inside, he opened the cupboard, pulled out a petri dish, and poured the diesel from the red pill onto the colony growing there, and once the last drop landed, Conner placed the cubes of petri dish ready cubes into the glass cylinder, and let the bio-machines cook, cleanse and marinate the lamb.

Sitting back at his computer, he ran the final de-bugging , skimmed the code for noticeable errors, like misplaced or mismatched G’s, C’s, T’s or A’s, placed a live, blank cell into the expensive Bio-Gen USB, and let the code generate .

Two hours later, after the unnaturally good lamb chunks, the Bio-Gen USB had generated, and inserted, the self-learnt DNA code into the cell, and deposited a 2mm culture onto the desk.

Using a metal scalpel, Conner moved Money-Saver, for that’s what he called it, onto a pile of sugar placed in a metal bowl, and then activated the camera, and watched.

One time lapse later, he collected the diesel from the bowl, uploaded the code onto D-Bay, and claimed it to be cheaper than buying diesel, and hoped enough people will cultivate the code to pay for the next term of university.

First draft "God"

an idea i got replaying the computer game "spore"

As God sat, with his pasty face illuminated by the multi-coloured portal, he created the earth’s sentient species, jararabers.

These jararabers had 8 eyes and no hands or feet, as god had not enough food to finish the appendages. They had a body in the shape of the lord’s only commandment, “LOL”. This was so as he had a sense of humour.

When god sent them unto the world, he uttered “Hurry Up”, for the world stood still for a few seconds. The creations, upon death, were restored to life at their home, so god did not become bored.

God could not spend all his time at the portal, so when the portal was not open, the world froze, and when god returned, it mobilized.

When god got bored of the jararabers, he destroyed the world and the portal changed to a humble farm.

Amongst talking to other gods (Via the portal), God controlled the farmer, planted the crops though him, beating up bears though him, teleporting him to other farms to help other gods, and eventually god got bored of this.

The portal often reminded God about this farm, and how logging in will bestow 5 coins to the farmer, but God stopped these reminders.

In another portal world, god created one. It was not created with images and people, but with letters. God sent this letter-universe to a separate god who requested for it, and God was rewarded.

Legend tells of a dark time, where God abandoned the portal for a time. No one was guided, and universes that did not stand still, died, so God never visited them again.

God’s friend told God about another universe, where he took control of a miner, not a farmer. This ever hungry miner created pointless satanic symbols that God had learnt from the portal, the miner interacted and burnt other god’s miners, all under the guidance.

Alas, the freckled God left again, and the portal universes froze. God had brought a new portal, a smaller, faster portal that was designed for these universes. And the universes in the other world died.

Twabble. (100 character story)

As the humans destroyed themself in the wars; the two alien rulers controlling the army’s, only caring who won the game.

I've had mixed idea from this, so please post your interpretation!

new story

here's another story that turned out to be a short. about 400 words.

I sat, in the middle of my home, my legs rested contently on the floor, when it happened. The  entire home was built on a bush, and yet it was completely supported by it, but in hindsight, it was not a good idea, here is what happened.

I first saw the tyre in my far-right eye, moving quite slowly towards the home, but I ignored it, as this happens often. There was another tyre following it from the distance, which I also ignored.

A few seconds later, a large vibration was felt though the floor, and I moved eagerly towards it, full of hope at the thought of food, but upon arrival, I saw the tyre was ploughing through my home! Instinct urged me forward, and before I knew what I was doing, part of the support snapped, leaving half my house to fly free in the wind, so I jumped onto the tyre, with only a split second of hesitation.

I had jumped on the rising part of the wheel, so as I reach its zenith, I saw the free half of my home impale itself on a rose. And before I had the chance to discover the other half of my homes fate, I began my decent.

The decent was even more terrifying than the collision with the tyre and my house, even more terrifying than the time the hornet got stuck in my house!

The darkness overwhelmed me, and the last rays of light left the tyre I so desperately clung on to, and then I was alone.

In my distraught state about my house, I almost forgot to move to the side on the tyre, so I wasn’t crushed between it and the floor.  

For the next 5 revolutions, I did not notice anything… my eyes had turned off and my brain was dead. I sat there on the constantly moving surface, and did nothing.

I  opened my eyes, and in a moment, I decided what I should do.

I waited on the wheel, and as I reached the top, I quickly climbed into the wheels support. Then I moved up the structure, until I reached the man’s hand holding the handlebar, and I bit down hard, injecting poisonous venom into the hand!

The man yelped, and I was launched into the branches of a tree, and I sat down, started weaving web for my new home, and my legs rested contently in my new home.

A drabble, (100 word story comp from the drabblecast)

next i may try a twabble, (a 100 character story)

As a child, I used to play a game in the back of the car, where an imaginary person would do triple flips across cars, and dive into house windows and out the front door, before sliding under a car. He would occasionally morph into a taller person or a smaller person, when hitting a car was imminent. Thinking back, he was a shadow, featureless. Once, when we were lost, my parents were having an argument in the car, and I was distracted, and when I looked back, all that was left was a long blood smear on the road.