Girl Without Time


Random Title: Girl Without Time

Random Genre: girl-without-time

Random Names: Zhi StacyReilly Gagliardi, Khurshid Van Kann

Time: 45 min


Her fingers dashed across the keyboard in a near hum, underscoring the alarm blaring through the halls. The red lights lit up Zhi’s small form, her gold hair, and glimmered off of the equipment fastened to her pale skin. With each cry of the horn behind her, she pushed her fingers to move faster.

Lieutenant Stacy, you have been charge with high treason…

crack drew her pale blue eyes upwards, to witness the gradual collapse of the roof. Her eyebrows knit together–the first true sign of emotion she had yet to reveal. Please, Reilly, hang in there.

The crime of aiding an enemy species…

The thin screen in front of her was showing her nothing but errors and red signs. How they revoked her numbers so quickly was astounding to even her. They had only discovered her crime just an hour ago. The collar on her neck was pulsing with light, and it took all her willpower not to grab at it. It was a matter of time before it would kill her, but not before she saved Reilly.

Accusations of theft, bribery, smuggling and trafficking of a banned species...

She screamed, barely reeling her arm back from the chunk of obsidian that fell. Collapsing to the floor, she grabbed at her forearm. Her fingers…they weren’t moving. No, not now. Not when the ship is eating itself. She struggled to stand. An entire species will die if she doesn’t stop it. Her left eye whirred, adjusting the focus onto the millions of small numbers darting across the screen. The uninjured hand tried its best to keep up the pace prior, but was failing horridly.

And murder of a fellow Officer. Thus, you are to be given the same punishment as our enemy species…

Her fingers dug into the keys, her human eye filling with tears. Warm goo trickled between her fingers. She gave it a quick glance, ignoring the fact that her government uniform was ripped…by the bone protruding from her skin.

Lieutenant Stacy…You have been sentenced to…

She fell down, screaming in synchronization with the alarms.


Okay, okay, Her chest was heaving, Think. What else is there? The collar at her neck tightened, bringing her to a gasp. The alarms rung loud, the walls were crumbling, and the cold, composed officer was breaking down with the rest of the ship.

Zhi grabbed at her face, features twisted. Think, think, think. Her eyes glanced upwards, throat dry. The codes weren’t budging. She had to accept that. If she could not stop the ship from its self-destruction… She sprung to her feet with new life, darting down the hall. There should be an emergency escape pod. There had to be. Every ship is supposed to have one. The newer ships were so well-built that everyone simply forgot that they existed anymore. But there should be. She needed to find Reilly.

Reilly…The one creature to ever break Lieutenant Zhi Stacy, to fill a defeated woman with boundless stamina. She leaped up the stairs, reaching the cargo haul within a minute. That’s where she commanded Reilly’s people to go and wait. It was the most structurally secure location in the ship, and largest room to house her diminutive-populated species. Her uninjured arm slid the heavy door open.

The vast room held a collection of boxes against the back wall, and seemingly nothing else. “Reilly!” She screamed through ragged breaths, “Reilly, where are you?”



The ground shuddered and convulsed beneath her. “Reilly, where–”

“Lieutenant Zhi Stacy, is that you?” Click, click, click… The polished shoes of yet another officer of the Union stepped from behind a support beam. A young man with the proud stature of a hawk, and the round, intense eyes of a snake. He may have been handsome, if not for burn marks running from his lip to the back of his head. In the light, the white of his skull was visible through the thin flesh.

“Kurshid Van Kann…” Zhi spat on the ground, “I thought I killed you.”

“Oh, yes, so did I. But, alas, here I am.” His smile pushed the distorted flesh on his cheeks together in an accordion fashion. “But not without scars, I assure you.”

“What do you want, Kurshid? And where are the others?”

The young man cackled with the enthusiasm of a court jester. “If only you would have been here just a few minutes ago. You could have seen it.”

A chill clawed down her chest, to her stomach, to her knees–she was paralyzed. “What…What are you talking about?” Her voice, often so composed, dropped into the desperate whisper of a child, “Where’s Reilly?”

“Did it bring you pleasure, Lieutenant? To watch me fall to my death while you and your alien lover ran off into the sunset? Leaving me in the barren desert…bones and rocks spearing my body…”

Zhi’s cold fingers wrapped around the gun fastened to her side. “Kann, I killed you once, and i’m not afraid to do it again.”

His chuckle was low, “A pretty thing, you know, considering. How did you come up with the name Reilly?”

“Zhi?” The lithe creature laying beside her whispered, “Can I have a name? A human name?” Her bright purple eyes watched Zhi with an innocent wonder. The long rabbit-like ears at her side twitched impatiently, “Please, Zhi? I want to be like you. I want us to be normal. And.. happy.”

The brief flood of happiness soured the quaking fear, nearly making her vomit. Still, she kept herself collected. Her arm extended, gun focused on the head of the man before her, “Answer me.”

Another quake sent both of them reeling backwards. They didn’t have long.


“Do you know how we unload the cargo room, Lieutenant?”

“What are you talking about?” Her eyes scanned the area, settling on the back wall. Behind all the boxes was a seam in the metal–meant to open outwards to receive any supply deliveries. All the muscles in her face fell.

“No, you didn’t–”

“One button and WOOSH! Like a vacuum, right into space.”

Her body was torn in a hundred directions. Fear, pain, heartache–Rage. Pure, blinding rage.

“You couldn’t imagine the suffering,” his voice low, “Of being gnawed on by insects you were too weak to swat away. And all the while I couldn’t wait for the day I–”

AAAARRRGGGG!” She pounced, hands clutching his throat. Even her crushed hand dug into his dark skin, revived by the pain that pumped through her entire body. His eyes bulged, breath strained. He swatted at her, but she slammed his head into the cold floor– Again and again and again, trying to dig a crater with his head.

“I like ‘Reilly’,” The pale blue creature whispered, “Yeah… I feel so human already.” She rested her head against Zhi’s shoulder, “I can’t wait until we’re far, far away from this place…”

Zhi stopped only to ram her fist in his skull as hard as she could.

Reilly pulled at her ears, “How can you like me, looking like this?” The dots across her cheeks lit up red, giving her the appearance of freckles. Zhi smiled, “I don’t.”

The Lieutenant was screaming. After the third hit, Kurshid finally threw her off. Her head bounced against the thick floor. Everything went hazy.

“What?” Reilly stood, ‘freckles’ ablaze. “I thought you said–“ Zhi pulled her back down and into her arms, “Because I love you, little rabbit.”

The rage launched her forward once more, but found only a foot in her ribs, knocking her back down. She screamed loud enough to deafen the alarms. It was not in pain, but the only way her mind could express, I’m going to kill you.

She forced herself to stand, only to collapse immediately, grabbing at her throat. It felt like she was breathing through a needle.

“Oh, I was wondering when that would kick in. It amuses me how the council couldn’t decide between strangling you slowly, or having you crushed to death.”

Her hands hovered above her collar, but she dare not touch it.

Kurshid’s hand grazed the back of his skull, pulling it forward to observe the blood smear. He took a breath, “Well, I suppose it’s time for me to go. Escape pod is down below, right?”

Zhi glared at him beneath sharp eyebrows. But she had no response–she couldn’t breathe. He walked past her with a smile, “You know, I’m almost glad you left me for dead. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this much satisfaction in my life.”

Her face was red, hands digging at her chest. If felt like her lungs were tearing themselves apart. The alarms echoed to her core. There must be something…

There. Her eyes fixed on the gun she so stupidly tossed aside in her rage. Without oxygen, however, her muscles didn’t want to move. No, come on. Shuddering along with the rest of the ship, she crawled towards it. It felt like she might as well have been crawling through the vacuum of space. It was so close, resting against a support beam, handle pointed towards her. If she were to die, he was going to die with her.

Chunks of haul were falling around her, the floor cracking open into a canyon. Crunch! She couldn’t scream this time, only choke. A small chunk of metal crushed her foot, snapping most, if not all, the bones within. The pain made it harder to breathe. No, no, focus! She was almost there. Only a yard away. Her fingers reached out with such determination it was surprising they did not stretch.

The floor beneath the gun popped upwards. Horror seized her chest.

It slid right into her hand.

The Lieutenant couldn’t ponder her luck, she didn’t have that luxury. Every bit of energy went into getting to her feet. Her knees went outward, and the only solid part of her foot was her heel. She slowly turned around, robotic eye searching for a target.

She didn’t have to look far.

He smiled before grabbing her wrist, trying to twist the gun from her grasp. She fought, waving her arm in any way she could manage. She was eventually stuck with her arm held straight upwards, his arm around her body–like they were about to dance.

“Lieutenant Stacy,” he whispered with a growing grin. “You know, before you left me to die… I’ve always wanted to take you dancing. Childish, I know, but us in the lower ranks always, well, had a bit of a crush.”

She just managed not to roll her eyes.

“Funny to see where we’ve ended up, huh? I used to want to impress you, but then, well, you killed me. It’s a shame, because–”

“K…K…” She was trembling. He leaned forward with a condescending smile.

“What was that, Lieutenant?”

“K…K…Kiss…M…Me…” She choked, smile mimicking his. His composure broke, face falling.

“Did you just…”

She nodded, keeping her smile. His eyes strayed to her lips, chest heaving like a giddy schoolboy, “I suppose I have the time…”

He leaned forward, covering her lips with his own, effectively cutting off any remaining air.

His hand relaxed over hers. He felt her smile.

She pulled the trigger, beam shooting upwards.

He pulled away, brows knit. “Why did you–”

Before he could finish his question, the roof finally collapsed and crushed them both.


The End!

You know, I always start out hoping it ends happily. And then…





Traitor of Sunshine

Space Axum 2

Random Generated Title: Traitor of Sunshine

Random Generated Names: Gavin Elroy SeaverRachel Savannah Morin

Random Generated Genre:


Time: 35 Minutes

Warning: 99% Chance of being completely scientifically inaccurate XD


Within minutes of bouncing on the planet’s surface, Gavin determined that what he was looking for was here. The large goggles fastened tight to his head whirred with each eye movement in order to add layers upon layers of artificial light. Shapes were blurred, and the colors were likely inaccurate, but it was the only way he, or anyone else, could see outside now that the sun was gone.

It happened about 7 months ago, give or take a week–It was hard to be precise with the main method of time-keeping now erased–and the event annihilated not only Earth, but the black hole it created sucked up all planets up to Neptune. Luckily, there were colonies on other moons, other planets, and those remaining were going strong.

It was no accident, however. And the one who caused the fall of 96% of the human race was somewhere, hiding. There was only a handful of places that the culprit could have reached before the star was exploded. Having been a bounty hunter before then, Gavin was fairly good at predicting where his prey would flee to.

The small furnace on his chest was keeping him nice and warm, but he had only a few hours before he had to return to the ship to recharge. It shouldn’t take that long.

Rocks littered most of the planet–on his screen they were a bright white–but there were thickets of what resembled trees with branches permed into tight curls. These appeared dark gray, with long streaks of burnt orange running around the trunks like an out-stretched slinky. And since they appeared to be ‘alive’, there was likely some form of water or food to scavenge.That, and the fact that he couldn’t see far into the forest itself, made him certain that his target was here.

He entered into the embrace of the misshapen trees, the nozzle of his gun leading his every step. Certainly they were expecting someone to have been sent, and it was likely there would be traps. When he was a few yards inward, the goggles on his face scanned the earth, the trees, for any sort of markings. One hand instinctively reached upwards to stroke the thick, dark beard within his helmet. Instead his hand rammed into the thick glass, “Son of a–” He flicked his gloved hand outwards, cheeks burning. Luckily there was no one around to witness his idiocy.

With a huff, he stomped further into the woods, itching to shoot something to regain his honor. His heavy boots stomped atop one of the protruding roots.

He was upside down.

One of the curled tree branches was now wrapped firmly around his ankle. “You cant–be seri–ous–“ His free foot was kicking at the branch, body flailing. After perhaps a little too long, he finally remembered his gun. Looking downwards, he made the unfortunate discovery that it was about ten feet out of his reach. “Of course.

Moving his free knee towards and away from himself in order to get the curled branch to bounce, his hands went straight forward, back, forward, gaining momentum– he was slowly advancing upon it. Eight feet. Six feet. Five feet. Five feet. Five feet. Gavin pushed himself harder, fingers clawing at the emptiness above the gun.

“You are never going to get it,” a voice remarked with heavy amusement. He tried to still himself, but his body was still bouncing up and down like a yo-yo. With a couple whirrs from his glasses, he spotted a figure swagger into his view. It a thin, form-fitting armor beneath a dark green cloak; The folds of which were floating in wave-like ripples.

Pressing a button on his suit in order to be heard, “Well, that’s not a very positive attitude.”

“If I had a positive attitude, I’d believe that you weren’t here to kill me.”

He grinned, shrugging as he continued his slow bounce, “‘Kill’ is such a harsh word… ‘Putting down’ is much nicer,” He chuckled, “So you really are the Traitor of the Sunshine?”

She–it was definitely a she, with that sweet timbre–cackled, “Is that what they’re calling me?”

“Considering you shut down the station that’s been feeding the sun the carbon dioxide it needs to keep burning… It’s a pretty accurate title.”

She crossed her arms, and though he couldn’t see her face under the hood, he was sure she was smirking, “It was long over-due, anyway.”

“So… what, that’s it? ‘It was long over-due’? I was expecting… more.”

“A diabolical villain?” She circled around him slowly, the cape trailing behind her–but not touching the ground, as if she had invisible minions holding it up for her. Gavin watched her approach closer, closer, before her head tilted downward.

“No no no no no–” He tried to grab at her head, but she dodged him easily before kicking the gun away from him. It floated away helplessly until it hit the nearest tree. Gavin shot her a glare underneath his thick frames, “That was diabolical.”

“Oh, well, might as well keep it up.” She shrugged, “Do you have any puppies I can kick?”

“Okay, listen here–” She turned around, clearly not caring and gave him a wave,

“So long, bounty hunter.”

“WAIT!” He felt his heartbeat rise, “I–Listen, I don’t have to kill you. I can bring you back alive.”

She twisted around, laughing once more. Clasping her hands, she stepped forward, “Oh, golly, that’s so kind. Formal execution is so much more appealing. Listen to this, there is no way I–AGH!”

They were now side by side, upside down.

Gavin burst into laughter so loud that it seemed to echo across the planet. He couldn’t even see, his vision blurred from the tears forming. She snarled,

“Hey that’s not–” He kept laughing, “Will you–” More laughing, “You know what–”

“No, no–” He tried to speak through his giggles, “I’m sorry, what were you saying? There was no way–what?”

He noticed then that her hood had fallen from her helmet. This silenced him. She was Neptunian. If his goggles were off about her blue skin, those gold eyes were unmistakable. Even through the burn marks that covered half of her face.

Her expression went from flustered fury, to deathly stillness. He didn’t understand, she escaped the blast–but even if she didn’t, she wouldn’t have just escaped with being barely scathed.

“What… happened?” He asked.

“Nothing.” She bared her sharpened teeth, “Focus more on the present, please. How are we to get down?”

Gavin reluctantly bit his tongue on the subject, “Fine. Well, Miss… What was your name? In the report… Rambo Martino, was it?”

“Dr. Rachel Morin,” she curtly corrected.

“Well, Rachel,” His grin was wide, arms outspread, “You–so brilliantly–kicked away our only weapon that could possibly get us down.”

She sneered, “Do you always focus on the past?”

He wanted to drag his palms down his face but just barely saved himself from ramming his fingers into the glass again. “Okay. Alright. Let’s see…” His goggles scanned the surroundings, hoping that perhaps guns and knives were a natural formation on this planet. Nothing but roots and rocks.

“Hmm… Rachel–”

“Dr. Morin–”

“Dr. Moron, is your cloak made of normal fibers? Not some weird Neptunian armor-cloth?”

She hissed,  “Just cloth.”

“Okay, good, take it off.”


“Just trust me, please.”

Her yellow eyes narrowed, but she ripped it off with the attitude of  a grumpy child. The metalic suit underneath hugged her body very well, and was very much more advanced that the baggy, bulky thing he was wearing. Gavin took the offering with a smile, “You think you’d have more faith, Dr. Mormon.”

The dark streaks under her eyes were growing red, “If I get that gun, Bounty Hunter, I’m going to shoot you with it.”

“Hush, darling, Daddy’s working.” His fingers twirled the material into a thick rope, then tied it into a slip knot. With a great heave, he tossed the knot at a protruding root. It did not miss…technically.  It was floating a couple inches above the target.

Are you kidding me–“ Gavin took a deep breath, ignoring the laughter beside him, “That was just a warm-up.”

He reeled back, tossing it with all of his force, but, again, the gravity wouldn’t let it fall. It isn’t heavy enough. He patted himself down, searching the nooks and crannies of his suit.

“Dr. Martian, did you bring anything you wouldn’t mind me borrowing?”

She scoffed, “Like what?”

“Something to weigh down my knot.”

Rachel crossed her arms with a dry smile, “No, I keep most things on my ship.”

“Well that’s just peachy,” he continued to search himself. There was some ammo, but it was all jelly, and even lighter than her cloak. His hand rested on the buttons on his chest, pondering.

“Oh! I got it–” He stretched out his lasso to where it was again hovering just above the target. As gently as he could muster, he pressed on the oxygen burst button-An explosion of air shot from his back and pushed him forward enough to wrap the knot around the root. “Woo!” He shouted victoriously, “Did you see that–?”

The force that brought him forward was counter-balanced by the tree’s curls, and the branch pulled him upwards. He held onto the cloak, to prevent his springing.

He ripped it in half.

“Oh, yes,” Dr. Morin growled, “That was magnificent.”

He stared at the torn cloth in his hands with wide, hollowed eyes. The up and down bounce he was once again trapped in didn’t lesson the horror slowly overcoming him.

We are going to die.

His eyes flickered down to the band on his wrist. Oxygen: 1 hour 15 minutes. Heat: 2 hours 11 minutes. Gavin looked back at the cloth in his hands. The ship was half an hour’s journey from here.

am going to die.




— To Be Continued!–

I just about went over my original 35 min mark, and I think i’m only halfway done, so this will have to take up two coffee shop visits 😀

I Live In Nightmares

Word Sepia 4

Randomly Generated Names: Anabel, Roland Matthews, Normand (ew)

Randomly Generated Genre: History/Drama (1700’s America!)

Randomly Generated Title: I Live In Nightmares

Time: 30 Minutes


Roland’s ashy eyes were fixated, like a predator, upon the young girl sitting before him. His expression was cold, composed, and effectively hiding all the disgust he held for her continued existence. Her dress was overly extravagant; golden folds of the cloth a harsher reflection to the soft yellow waves of her hair. A sweet little thing, with smooth skin, pink lips, and bright, eager eyes. She was 17, a full 8 years younger than him. She was also his new wife.

The new Mrs. Matthews stirred her tea contentedly, watching the cube of sugar disappear beneath the black waters. With each clink of the spoon hitting the porcelain Roland visibly winced. Her large, hazel eyes flickered up and finally noticed his stare. She stiffened, the spoon gradually slipping from her fingers and to the saucer underneath the up. Her smile was awkward, ugly.

“This is a lovely dining establishment, Mr. Matthews–Oh, um–Roland. I suppose it doesn’t make sense not to call my husband by his first name.” Her dainty little laugh died quickly, observing that he didn’t find it as amusing as she. His face had hardly moved. She pulled her teacup to her chest, whispering a soft, “Alright then” before taking a sip. This lovely little specimen went by the name of Isabel. Not that it mattered to Roland, all he saw her as was the woman who murdered his best friend.

He had been against the marriage from the start, finding women more trouble than they were worth. Normand, however, had been an encouraging match-maker. He was a little younger than Roland, with an oval face and shaved head. His eyes were pointed down slightly, traces of a legacy far across the globe that Roland found rather endearing.

“Come now,” Normand’s smile was wide enough to round his cheeks, “Isabel really enjoyed your company.”

All women do,” Roland replied, bored, “And she’s too young.”

“Perhaps, but she seems genuinely interested in knowing you, not your money. I have a good feeling about this one. Please, Roland, I want to see you happy.”

The irony was near palpable. The little Lady before him wanted to be wed upon her parent’s estate, far from sensible civilization and with barely a road to follow. It was no wonder that Normand ended up… Roland closed his eyes a moment, gathering his composure. All because she wanted a romantic evening by her parent’s lake.

“Roland…” Her soft voice was almost a caress to his cheek, beckoning him to look at her, “Might I… Might I ask you something?”

His dark eyes flashed open once more, gaze fixated on her. It was a struggle to hold back the hiss, “What is it, Isabel?”

“I don’t know if this is inappropriate… But… Why don’t we… Share a bed?”

There was no answer that would be appropriate, and he did not feel the effort to try to think of one.

“Is it because…” She tried again, “Of your… um… condition?”


Roland’s fist was trembling slightly against the table. The surrounding guests all threw alarmed looks at them.

“I have nightmares,” he said through gritted teeth, “And I would prefer not to strangle you in the heat of one of them. Even if you did deserve it.”

The girl shrunk down into her chair, limited by her tight corset. She was genuinely horrified.

“I… what?” Her hand went to her bared collarbones, “Why would you say that?”

“Oh surely you can guess,” he threw at her, fist tightening.

“I absolutely do not! Roland–you’re scaring me. Is this a part of your…?”

“This has nothing to do with me. This has to do with the fact that I had to watch my friend die just so I could marry you. And what a pleasant time it’s been, hasn’t it?”

Her jaw fell open, eyes near-circles. “I… What are you talking about?”

“What? Did no one tell you?” He was genuinely surprised, “So that’s how you’ve been living with a clear conscious. Well, my dear, on our trip to your horrid estate, we…”

The burden placed on his chest was almost too painful to bear. He felt he couldn’t breathe, but he had already started. His hand went over his mouth a moment, trying again to regain sanity. This was an incident that had haunted him every night for days. The expression on Normand’s face…

“We… We were attacked. Bandits, or some other pathetic form of human life.”

Isabel gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. It was a muffled, “Bandits?” She leaned forward, “What did they look like? Who were they?”

“I… I didn’t quite see,” he was forced to admit, “One of them had knocked me out before I could do anything. But Normand… and our driver…” Bile coated his tongue, “They were near dead. I tried to help my friend… but… There was so much blood.” Roland had to take off his hat, running his fingers through his dark hair.

“You… blacked out?” Isabel timidly asked. He knew what she was thinking, and it only made him angrier.

“I didn’t imagine the attack, Isabel. How else do you explain the fact that Normand is now dead? Well?”

Her eyes were still in that rounded state. “You said you were covered in blood–even though you didn’t see the attack? How did so much get on you?”

He stood, face red with fury, “Don’t turn this on me, you witch. We were attacked, and that’s that.”

Isabel shrunk into her seat, eyes flickering from side to side to the other customers. When she looked back to her new husband, she spoke slowly, “Normand… Did the bandits… Take anything?”

This caused Roland to stiffen.

“Well–not from me. I think they tried to steal from Normand, but he had fought back–“

“And they decided to run away after killing him?”

“Listen, whore, I don’t know the motivations of bandits. They’re from around your house, perhaps they’re as dimwitted as the rest of your family.”

There were a few gasps around them, but Roland’s focus didn’t falter from the woman before him. She took a long, slow breath. “When was the last time you’ve been to your–“

“Oh, what? You think I have something to do with the attack?”

It was as if a switch had been turned, and the girl’s face was suddenly deathly calm, “Roland, what was your friend’s name?”

“Are you deaf, woman? Normand.”

“His full name.”

“Normand…” Roland paused, scrunching up his nose, “What does this have to do with anything?”

“Roland,” she spoke calmly, “You arrived at the wedding with your parents.”

He stilled, looking her up and down. He winced; a bead of sweat fell into his eye. “I-I think I’d remember that.”

“Is Normand even–“

“Don’t you dare,” he threatened, baring his teeth.

“When was the last time you went to your–“

SHUT UP!” He shouted, wiping the sweat away from his eyes, “I don’t need to listen to this.”

One of the customers’ rested a hand on his shoulder, accompanied by a low voice, “Alright, alright, let’s talk about this later. How about you head on home, i’ll escort you.”

Roland twisted away from the stranger’s hand. “Listen, I don’t need anyone to–“

It was Normand. He was standing in front of him, hands held up defensively. “Sorry.”

Roland couldn’t feel most of his body. Was he real? His heart was pounding in his throat. Surely this wasn’t another… Could Isabel see him, too?

“Isabel…” He said, voice trembling, “This man… Is he…?”

He turned to her– only to find that she was no longer there. Even her teacup was gone.

Normand placed his hand on Roland’s shoulder again, more gently.

“Roland… when was the last time you saw your doctor?”