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…





Vanish At The Ocean


Vanish in Water 2

Random Names:

Pip O’ Capricia

Lisbet Dorothea

Sibylla Mona Augusta Frige

Random Genre:

Vanish at the ocean

Random Title: Vanish At The Ocean

Timer: 45 minutes


She was a pretty little thing, with the flowing disposition of a seaweed strip. Her skin was as bright and brimming with life as the pearls decorating her wrists and neck. Jewels in which Sibylla herself had given her. It was more of a public act than of any genuine intent. Now, however, Sibylla despised them. The golden little girl soared through the waters, playing with her necklace with an unattractive habit.

It was not hard for Sibylla to cope with her disappearance.

Each strand of slimy tentacle-like hair floated lazily around the Queen of the Reef as her underlings filled her in on the news. Lisbet, her husband’s pride and joy, had vanished into the depths of the ocean. Those under Sibylla’s rule were distraught with grief unnatural to the cold queen. She, of course, feigned her expected part, but whenever alone in their Coral Palace her face would relax into indifference.

It was night, and the Queen was dressed for the evening–deep green robes of scales and seaweed swayed behind her, giving her still form some life. She could not find any rest in her chambers–the King was still mourning the abrupt loss of his daughter. Sibylla looked through the carved window and out onto her kingdom, bored. How long would this dreadfulness continue?

Something caught her eye.

Glimmering, pale, and floating peacefully through the dark waters. It glimmered like no fish ever could, nor any ocean-kin. Through the three lenses protecting the Queen’s opal eyes, she made the form out: A pearl bracelet.

Sibylla’s flaccid expression broke into genuine shock. Her finned hands clasped the edge of window, claws picking at the burnt orange coral. No, surely it couldn’t be.

Though a hefty specimen, the multiple tentacles beneath Sibylla propelled her form into the water easily. With the grace of a hard-earned Queen, she floated cautiously to the glimmering ring of pearls. It nestled into her scaled hand with the obedience of a summon. Her claws picked at it, eyes reflecting its luminescence. The thread holding it together was gold.

An image of the young girl’s hair flickered before her, accompanied by a bright laugh, Oh Sibylla, they’re lovely.

The Queen’s expression soured at the memory. Her sharp eyes looked upwards, then to her glorious new home behind her. A home secured after years of struggle, one that never quite felt as welcoming to her as it did to the golden-finned child. The pearls rolled between the thick finned fingers as it had through those soft delicate ones.

Sibylla’s gills flared outwards, the frown on her pale face deepening. It would be more peaceful without the singing little creature. The urge to investigate further was waning, and soon the Queen was propelling herself to the dim-lit castle before her.

A soft cry echoed through the waters. At once Sibylla knew it to be the King. Sobbing, babbling, whimpering. She bared her fangs in displeasure. What if he never moved on? Stuck in a place of grief like the coral rooted into the sands?

She hissed, causing a cloud of bubbles to engulf her face. With trained poise, the Queen twisted her tendrils and swam upwards–in the direction of the falling pearls.

Hovering in the black waters like a fool, her clouded eyes searched for a golden reward. If the brat would silence this husband of hers, it might have been worth the minimal effort.

A dark form floated in the distance.

It was not any kin of the ocean. More limbs than the child and her father, but not as many as the Queen, either. The silhouette was deformed, with a swollen head and large boil hanging to the side of it. Though she could not see details, she knew it to be disgusting.

The black beast noticed her as she had it. The Queen splayed her limbs out, baring her pointed teeth–daring the creature to challenge her.

Rather than returning the challenge, it unleashed a strange noise, a choked growl, before darting away into the night under the cover of a bubble cloud.

Sibylla retreated back into her chamber, gills flaring. For the first time in years, the Queen had felt fear. What was that monster? And had it been the one to drop the bracelet?

She didn’t notice her husband’s cries that night, only the soft clinking of the pearls beneath her nails.

The next morning was as active as when the princess’s disappearance had been announced. “Visitor” “Stranger” “Newcommer” were tossed around like pebbles. The King had yet to emerge to the public, too overwhelmed to keep composure in front of subjects. The Queen, however, was not as weak.

Draped in black gowns, she regally entered her throne room with forced familiarity. Her expression was cold at the news from the squid-child floating before her. “My Queen, a stranger has arrived, and has requested entrance.”

“What does he want?”

“I… no one knows.” The yellow, veiled eyes of the gray child looked at her with a strange fear the Queen had never seen before.  Fear of the unknown. Sibylla spoke slowly, asking a question never necessary before: “What type of creature is he?”

The slits in the center of the servant-child’s eyes narrowed, “I… Don’t know.”

Sharp fins hidden along the Queen’s arms stood straight, providing an added discomfort. Her pause was long.

“Bring him in.”


The Queen, seated on her throne, looked impressive, with a cold and absolute aura of control that submitted all those around her. Her tentacles were clutched around the large chair, however, in an attempt to steel herself against what she feared to approach.

When it arrived, her clasp on the carved fixtures caused them to crack. If a Mer was cut in two, then had  his fins replaced with fixtures similiar to its arms–that was the only way the Queen could explain it to herself. He was clothed in a thick, brown material that did not sway with the water. A contraption was attached to its face, covering it in a clear shell. A length of string attached the mask to a bulge on his back. It was not a part of his body, but a seemingly added fixture. It produced a soft whirring that sounded much like a dull growl.

“Your majesty,” the stranger greeted, before extending into a deep bow. Sibylla hoped she hid her discomfort well. He spoke quickly, “My name is Pip O’ Capricia, and I am not of your world.”

“I can see that,” she responded sharply, “What do you want, visitor?”

A smile brimmed through his mask, “You don’t seem to be very curious as to what I mean.”

“Nor do I care,” the blue-and-green tendrils on her head flared out, “What do you want?”

Surely you must be as intrigued by me as I am about your people.”

“State your business now, or–” Sibylla’s tongue was paralyzed. There, beneath the folds of the stranger’s bizarre attire, a string of pearls shimmered. Even the fabrics of her gown stayed in place.

“Well, your highness,” the man responded, black eyes fixated upon the stunned Queen, “I consider myself a collector.”


To be continued!





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 😀