ShadowLabyrinth

The AARC (Aliens Are Real Club) was filled with members you would expect to see in a club devoted to aliens. Almost all were male, ages 18-35, most heavy set, most still living with their parents, all looking like the complete definition of "nerd." About 15 of them in total, they met every 3rd Tuesday in the basement of a small library in London to discuss the latest conspiracy theories, as well as other general "nerd" things, like sci-fi shows and things they had seen on the internet. So it was quite a shock of them when she joined one day a few months back. A real beauty, she stood 5' 8" in her favorite pink heels, 5' 5" without them. Curvy

The hospital room was pure white; so much so it almost blinded when stepped in. It looked like dirt had never even been in the place. The bed was empty, made up. The room's occupant stood by the window, staring out at nothing, her pale skin seeming even paler against the whiteness of the room. She was tall for a female, about 5' 7". Her shoulder length brown hair was messy, and she wore only a hospital gown. Her grey eyes looked empty. She had been forced here. They had made her remove the one joy in her life. She was now a shell of her former self. "Xandama?" a nurse asked quietly, walking into the room. She was carrying a tray with a plate

Technology is amazing these days. Computers and robots can do most of what humans can do, from cook, to drive, to play sports. They are starting to make some robots look human as well. For us common folk, computer programs, and apps, make life easier. But for all the human-like things technology can do, it still isn't ALIVE. Unless it's programmed with Artificial Intelligence, or A.I., it can't "think," and even then it only does what we program it to do. It has no soul. What if, though? What if, one day, somehow, a computer program gained the ability to think on its own? What if it gained an appearance, a gender, a voice? What if it starte

Spring had certainly sprung in this little park. The trees were full of leaves, flowers of all different colors were blooming, the sun was shining brightly, and little kids were running around, laughing and playing. That's why he stuck out like a sore thumb. Dressed in a black pullover with the hood on his head, black jeans, and black combat boots, his blood red eyes scanned angrily across the park. He was seething about being here, but he was meeting someone here, so he had to suck it up. He pulled down his hood and ran his hand through his red hair. He closed his eyes, tired of being out in the sunlight. "Kaaaaaashiiiiiiiiii!" he heard som

The motel room was dirty and sketchy. The whole room had a yellow coloring, from the ceiling down the walls, blending into the floor. The floor was brown and filthy; it looked like it hadn't been cleaned before. The window was covered by bars, but they couldn't hide the bullet holes. The sun falling in gave the room an even more yellow look. The TV wasn't connected to cable, but was on anyways, the sound of static filling the room. She sat on the brown bed, still as a statue. She didn't look anything like her former self. Her pink hair was short and thin, falling out. She was nearly all bones, her black skin dying. Her pink eyes, which used

The pasture was empty except for her. She sat under a tall leafy oak, watching the high green grass sway in the breeze in the bright noon sun. It was hot enough the breeze felt good, but cool enough that it was enjoyable to be outside. She looked down and messed with her clothes. She wore a blue flower print sun dress, jean shorts, and white flip-flops. Her long black hair was in a pony tail resting on her right shoulder. Her blue eyes looked relaxed as she gazed out across the pasture. She was trespassing, but the farmer who owned the pasture had a large amount of land, and she knew he couldn't check all of it every day, so for now she was

Hell. It wasn't a place most people would want to be in. All the descriptions of it paint it in a very bad light. All the fire, and demons, and eternal suffering. But for him, it was the only place he'd willing be at. He walked around his "paradise," enjoying his off time, the dirt cracking under his massive paws. Half the height and weight of an elephant, but twice the length, he easily scared off the lesser demons, and fended off the stronger ones. His huge frame was held up by long legs. His tail, which was as long as the rest of his body, laid flat at the moment, the end, which was a scythe-like spike sharp enough to cut through bone like

The day wasn't that special. I remember it was raining. The city, and the people walking through it, was like a grey blur on a greyer day. I wasn't looking for anything special. I just wanted to get home. I had a routine, and I needed to follow it. But she caught my eye. It was hard for her not to. She was the only color in the middle of the grey blob, and she had lots of color. Her hair, flowing just past her shoulders, was hot pink. Her eyes, looking at the distance, were also pink. Her skin was brown like a chocolate candy bar. She wore a black sweater vest with white lining the neck, a pink plaid skirt, and pink rain boots. Even her umbr

Conversations Between Two People "Hey, do you believe in the red string of fate?" "What?" "Or whatever it's called. Like, according to legend, there's a red string tied to your pinky, and at the other end, the string is tied to the pinky of your soul mate." "Really? Heh. That sounds silly." "I think it sounds romantic. …" "… Why are you wiggling your pinky?" "I wanna try to see my string." "You're silly." ~~~ "This place is so pretty at night!" "I thought you'd like it." "Why did you bring me here anyways?" "You'll see. Close your eyes." "Okay. … What are you doing with my hand?" "Shush. … Okay now open your