Fear seeped from the Humans aura, a steady trickle that had so far remained relatively constant. The Thing tasted it, breathing it into every pore of it’s hideous, deformed body. It liked the taste, but still wasn’t sure it was Right. There was something off about it, something that the Thing could not quite place. An undercurrent of bitterness that existed on the very edge of the sweet, complex n...

“Hi! Er, is my audio working? Hello?”

“Hi, yeah, I can hear you, can you hear me?”

“Sorry, damn thing, hold on... just a second, I’ve got this...”

“I can hear you fine, I think it’s working-“

“Er, just a sec, let me... there! Can you hear me?”

“Hello! Yes, I could hear you the whole time, I-“

“No, still not working, you must think I look like a right idiot, flapping away like a mime! Not tha...

Hamish pushed off against the bulkhead, the gentle pressure starting him along a leisurely trajectory down the length of the ships spinal corridor. Some 50 metres ahead of him was the hatch leading to the command module, open as he had left it. Judging the relative distances of the surrounding walls he surmised that the launch was a good one, straight and true. Reaching his arms out either side of...

Dust on the wind,

A horizon obscured,

A shift of light,

Stretching into the void,

Forever to turn,

I await your embrace,

The fire you burn,

It bleeds into space,

Primary I am,

But also unseen,

Ripe and juicy,

And something obscene,

Many things I can be,

And one out of three,

The rage that you feel?

That’s me, you see,

The life I give,

Can be drained away,

A drop, a spatter,

A line, a spra...

To obsess is to play a dangerous game. That’s what I don’t get about her, she’s seems to smart and down-to-earth. I’d say her sensibleness is second only to her beauty. That’s another thing, I don’t get why she’s so “in to” me. I mean, I’m fairly normal - as far as “normal” goes, don’t think I’m particularly attractive. Personally I’d call myself “unassuming”.

But she does seem to notice me all ...

There it is again. The ‘look’, the slight shift in posture.

“Hey! I can see you, you know, what the hell is your problem?!”

I don’t say it, at least not out loud, but I can feel my eyes shouting. He looks away, turning back to his meal, leaning in closer to his dining companion. I’m too far away to hear, but I know they’re talking about me. Though I don’t know WHY. It’s been happening all day. ...

I didn't ask for this. I don't want this. Do I deserve this? How am I supposed to know? No one asked me, no one gave me an option, I had no say in it. Yet it's what I do. Every day. What I'm 'good' at. What I'm 'supposed to be'. What I'm 'designed' to be.

I raise my hand, long, elegant finger extended to press the buzzer. What would happen if I didn't? If I just walked away? No, that would be no ...