《Teddy Bear》Dread
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Location: Bastion One As the chairperson, Dr. O was the one to speak up. "Actually Mr. President, we think..." It wasn't an attack. At least, it wasn't a deliberate attack... There was a very simple reason for this conclusion. "Mr. President," Dr. A explained unhappily, "If this was an attack we wouldn't be having this conversation because we wouldn't have survived this long." "Ridiculous," A general interjected, "They're attacking us with animated Teddy Bears granted, but people are dying, how isn't that an attack?" "Because the Statue of Liberty took a couple dozen missiles to the face and got angry?" Dr. I replied. "If they created constructs on such a scale with real weapons we'd be fucked. If they leveraged the true potential of such technology in any meaningful manner... Well we wouldn't even have the chance to fight back. As my colleague said, we'd be dead." "You need to understand," continued Dr. O, "This is a technology capable of reconstructing matter on a subatomic scale. We don't have anything that can counteract it. What little we understand indicates that it shouldn't be limited to nanoscale effects." This sparked a chorus of murmurs to spread across the room. Finally an advisor spoke up. "You mean that this can get worse?" Dr. O was wary of inciting a panic but duty bound to answer honestly. "The nanotechnology created thus far seems to have no preference for it's basic components, however the most common mobile constructs are comprised of CHO-molecules, carbon, hydrogen and oxygen. These elements are the common building blocks of most of our planet's biologies, including humans. For some reason the harvesting of these elements has been limited to non-living materials..." He paused before forging on, "There is nothing to say that that cannot change." That triggered an uproar. Location: Harmony Memorial Cemetary It began not with a bang or a whimper but a groan. More than twenty-four hours had passed since the object had come to rest in the cemetery behind the church. By the time anyone thought to investigate, it was already too late to stop what was happening. Pastor John Walters of the American Non-Denominational Church of Christ could be excused for not noticing. Upon departing for his small home across the road from his church, he had lingered only long enough to board up some broken windows and pack his rickety old farm truck with medical supplies before venturing out to tend to his flock. Later matters became complicated by the need to tactfully subdue a rouge nativity scene and several homicidal statuettes. There was no visible damage to the cemetery other than the tennis ball sized hole at its center, no one saw it so it wasn't investigated. The grounds keeper had been among the first casualties of the invasion as it was being called and it would be another few days before plots needed to be arranged for the dead. So no one noticed, not the hole, not the wisps of green vapor; and especially not the groan. There had until then, been an element of bemused incredulity to the rampage of animated toys and statues. For all the death and horror of the situation the enemy was clearly artificial and to be frank, somewhat ridiculous. There was no hesitation when it came to putting the things down. What fear there was, was the fear of death. What horror there was was horror of the enemy's actions. People adapted and overcame their fear, drowned their horror with rage and a desire for vengeance. That the enemy was not human and had clearly never been alive had supplied the distance needed for an Us versus Them mentality. It made things easier for the people confronted with the disaster. Blue green tissue, ligament and tendon, muscles and flesh spread across long desiccated bones. Things were pulled together, hair gathered, teeth replaced as necessary. Breaks were mended, holes patched, vermin banished. Grave soil pulsed, puckered and ruptured as a hand freed itself. First one, then several as the contents of coffins stirred. None of the more recent residents of the cemetery were affected, those interred within the past two years. Considering the emerging horror, it was a small mercy. It was a toy designed to amuse an infant mind as far beyond humans as humans considered themselves beyond ants. It worked by establishing emotional relevance with its user and stimulating mental development through the actualization of whim and fancy. Of course there were safety features, limits built into the device that prevented it from posing a danger. To its creators. The prayer service was in its final hour when the doors opened with a bang. Pastor Walters faltered in his words as startled cries rose from those closest to the entry way. People seated in the front rows turned around to take a look. One old man gaped as rheumy eyes spotted the figure at the head of the procession. "M-Martha?!!" "Gwueehh!!" There are 7.5 billion people estimated to live on planet Earth. Of this population nine people in every thousand are about to die. Worldwide 155,000 people expire every day. The alien device animated every intact corpse existing for longer than two years. In the first global wave there were 2,545,875,000 humanoid zombies. There were 80 million in the U.S. alone. The Organization's thoughts on the matter were... "Thank God most of them are Romero Zombies!" Unfortunately, this count did not include household pets, birds and other wildlife. Simon Hughes & Aaron Baetsky CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA- The two men were grim in noisy the cabin as Besty trundled along. After a while, Simon couldn't hold in his thoughts in any longer. "Nobody's picking up." He said morosely. "I've been calling all morning. No answer." CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA- Aaron grunted, then said over his shoulder. "Same here." CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA- With a sigh he continued. "No, choice about it. I know some folks who set up a place outta town on the outskirts. We'll touch base, get some trucks and head on back in." CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA- "The old girl should hold enough fuel to make the run. Then we'll hunker down once we get what we left behind." Baetsky rubbed the sidewall in emphasis. Simon's gloomy expression lightened as he looked at Aaron in newfound appreciation. "You think we'll find anything?" Aaron nodded confidently, "Sure will, got loads of supplies at my house." CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA- "I was talking about my family." CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA-CHATTA- CREAK-CREAK-CREAK-CREAK-CREAK-CREAK-CREAK-
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Scattered Fragments
The people of the Riana federation have been trapped under a barrier that limits their magical abilities and threatens their existence unless they abide by imposed faith known as "harmony". But scriptures speak of a way to bring down the barrier when a mage who can master seven spirit gems appears. Heron has set a goal to be that mage. So, with his adventuring partners May and Icarus, they set off to explore the lands of the Riana federation. In their journey, they'll discover that the state of the union is all but harmonious with political conflicts between its member states, rebellious cults, and prophets inciting chaos. Will they manage to gather spirit gems? Why has no one so far managed to collect them? And how reliable are the scriptures that speak of salvation?Join in on the epic journey as our protagonists explore the mysteries of Riana federation and witness an adventuring party's heroic efforts to push themselves beyond their limits.
8 183Truth and Myths - Awakening
The existence of the supernatural has always been a controversial debate. Some believed in the existence of dragons and zombies. Others believed in angels and demons. It has never been something the entirety of mankind could agree upon. The truth was that they exist. Almost all of them have been recorded down in history, only to be treated as mere myths and legends as technology progressed. David’s realisation of this fact was all too sudden.Being throw into this world of myths and legends, follow David’s story as he discovers his true self.Warning: Tagged [17+] for Strong Language, Gore, Violence and (perhaps) Sexual Scenes __________________ Character Sheets __________________ Follow me!
8 188Your Happy Place
Life keeps moving on... no matter what happens; thus, the people playing their parts must endure any role they are given because, like they say, the show must go on. This is the definition of living. For Nira, her part is of an insignificant and lonely soul that is trapped as a servant in the clutches of a cunning king, doing whatever heinous tasks he wishes. But this is not the part she was born with. It is the one she was forced into. There was a place she could call home before she was captured. A place where she had family and friends. A place she wants a piece of back. That’s all she has ever wanted after being taken. Despite all the cruel cards that have been dealt to her, opportunity has finally arrived to get that piece of home; all she needs is a little coin. However, there is a time limit. If she is unable to get the money she needs in two days, there may never be a second chance, and life will keep moving on. In the midst of the big tales and legends shifting the tides of this world, Nira finds herself seeking to keep a little bit of her happy place. (There are 19 Chapters + 1 Epilouge. If chapter has 1000 words, I will upload day after. Enjoy and please leave a constructive review so I can improve!)
8 189The Mentor
This one is for my daughter. She talked me into it (again) and it is her favorite genre of books. So, Bet, this one is for you. The true-bloods, the masters, they came first. That was hammered into Heath's head since he could walk with both words and fists by Karen. As a guardian and half-blood bastard of his vampire father, he would never know peace. His duty as a dhampir, his duty was clear, his fate sealed. Heath was to serve Gerald, an aging Vampire Lord, one who was of pure blood, born to the race, until Heath outlived his prime and then he would pass on the knowledge that was passed to him onto a new bastard to carry protecting the bloodline. But was it necessarily his fate? Could a sterile half breed such as himself, someone who did not exist in the human world, live anywhere in the world on the light? After a particularly nasty encounter with his Mentor, Heath is on the run. Set on not becoming the new guardian and knowing that decision has now marked him for death. The hunt is on and somewhere behind him is Joshua, the heir of his Master, and the thing that plagues his nightmare, his Mentor Karen.
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8 79Unforgettable Past (KnB FANFIC)
The Generation of Miracles were so happy to have their phantom, 'Kuroko Tetsuya'. They would never regret having him on the team, nor him part of their lives. He was precious to them.But, were they really telling the truth to Kuroko? Was it all a lie or the truth? To know what will happen to Kuroko.The adorable, smart, and fragile boy in the story, then read until the end.
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