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Dragon Horse. Content Warning.
Captain Swirski walks in the shadow of his ship, the ORP Dragoon, the one hundred and thirty-six meter, fastest-built destroyer of the southern hemisphere’s navy with a top speed of 30 knots. It is propelled by six Yarrow-type water-tube boilers, geared steam turbines, and two shafts, and it is armed with six Mk XII guns, two Mk V AA guns, and twelve torpedo launchers.
By Wen Xiaosheng2 months ago in Chapters
Who's the real Monster?
~ Matt's POV No. It can't be. Z...They can't be dead. Ed unleashed a gut wrenching sorrowful roar. Pain gripped my heart as a saying mum would say came to mind 'In the shelter of each other, people survive'. If only I had tears to shed in this moment.
By Lucy Torralba2 months ago in Chapters
Family Obligations Chapter Two
Cole took a deep breath through his nose as he exited the portal behind Davin, his daughter secure on his hip. The smell of home soaked into his pores and he could feel himself relax minutely. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his daughter turning her head from side to side as she tried to take everything in. She tugged gently on his beard, something that made him smile since that had been what she’d done as a baby when they’d fallen asleep together. “Daddy,” she said in what he was sure she thought was a whisper, “is this Santa?”
By Reb Kreyling2 months ago in Chapters
Businesswoman 359
A trail of vodka like a transparent blood line on the floor. Socialista picked up the bottle and chugged. “We’ve gotta hit them with the idea that we’re prepared to knock over their rocket. It’s against the environment and the welfare of the Earth,” Socialista swallowed and announced.
By Skyler Saunders2 months ago in Chapters
Not an Exception
Dark Memoirs - Index "For writers who knowingly lie, for those who substitute unbelievable human behavior for the way people really act, I have nothing but contempt. Bad writing is more than a matter of shit syntax and faulty observation; bad writing usually arises from a stubborn refusal to tell stories about what people actually do—to face the fact, let us say, that murderers sometimes help old ladies cross the street.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Chapters
Firebug: Chapter 17 - Out
Theo didn't have time to think. He didn't even have time to scream. The sound was stuck sideways in his throat anyway, refusing to be dislodged. His body acted all on its own, launching him across the dance floor toward the pool. Not caring how many of his classmates he had to knock over or shove out of the way to get there. By the time his brain caught up to his body, Theo was diving head-first into that glittering, dark blue abyss.
By Natalie Gray3 months ago in Chapters
