By Robin de Voh on 2019-10-24
Kaja walked along the corridor and found her way to the bridge. The STS Cuauhtēmallān was the first faster than light ship ever created that had been verified to work. It had been designed and flew under the flag of Guatemala. Mexico also had an FTL ship under construction, but the Cuauhtēmallān was the only currently active ship actually flying missions.
By Robin de Voh on 2019-10-23
"Why are they chasing us?!" Amy yelled, running across the field as quickly as she could, slipping here and there but making good ground.
"I don't know!" Jason shouted back, also having trouble keeping his footing on the slippery grass.
Guns blasted and bullets dug their way into the grass around them. So far they had been extremely lucky but both of them knew luck could not be counted on.
By Robin de Voh on 2019-10-22
"Do you think there'll be anything left? You know, up there?"
Jory shook his head slowly, looking downward as he did so. She also lowered her gaze, experiencing the same melancholy.
By Robin de Voh on 2019-10-21
They'd sent it to the wrong house again. He was getting sick of it. He'd ordered it a long time ago, and he knew at the time it wasn't going to arrive for a good while. It had been a crowdfunding campaign, and they had missed their deadline of delivery multiple times by now, but early shipments had been going out, and he'd been a part of it. Supposedly.
He thought he'd been one of the lucky ones, but for some reason the package just would not arrive.
By Robin de Voh on 2019-10-18
Be productive. Consume less, produce more. Simple rules to live by, seemingly, if you have the willpower to do so. But it's harder than you thought. You're tired after a day of work, one of those evenings where you didn't make plans with friends, so you slump down on the couch and turn on youtube, netflix, a game, or even just wikipedia and waste away an hour, maybe 2, maybe even the rest of the evening. You end up not cooking a meal, sometimes just eating what others would deem a breakfast meal for dinner.
It keeps you alive, but it doesn't feed you, you know? That goes both for the meals and for the way those evenings are spent.
By Robin de Voh on 2019-10-17
"Lesley," she said with certainty. That was her name and she knew it.
"Yuri," he responded likewise, with the same conviction that it was, indeed, his name. "We've met before," he added.
"We have?" she said, not fully comprehending.
"Well, sort of? I've seen you around, and I feel like we've introduced ourselves to one another at some point," he said with an eyebrow raised, also unsure about it now.
"Maybe? I don't really remember you," she said almost hesitantly.
By Robin de Voh on 2019-10-16
He turned the bottle over in his hands and doubted at least some of his life choices. Brogaine, it was called, and it was a hair growth formula specifically for beard growth. He'd never been blessed with a full beard like his friends were. Whenever he tried to grow one, it would come out looking like a lop-sided goatee, sideburns with patches missing, and patches of actual hair where they looked out of place.
Essentially, a patchwork of beard elements, but without any cohesion to it.
By Robin de Voh on 2019-10-15
"I want to sneak around and hit them from the back, if I can," John said.
"Alright, that's a sneak roll, so go ahead," Remy said from behind her laptop screen.
John picked up a die and let out a deep sigh. His character was good at sneaking, but his rolls had been terrible all night. He couldn't fail this one. Of the party, 2 were already down, Eilyra the ranger and Arlos the priest, and Loris the fighter wasn't holding up much longer by himself. He himself was almost down as well, but he had some tricks left to turn the tide with. If he could sneak around and take out the evil wizard, they had an actual shot at coming back.
If not... Well, he'd better not mess up this roll.
By Robin de Voh on 2019-10-14
Fluff was named ironically. He'd hated his name since he realized why he'd been named it. Of all the bunnies, he was the odd one out. They all had soft fur. They looked like regular bunnies. They were normal.
He was not. He had hardly any hair. His pink skin had patches of hairs, but they were curly and didn't cover the skin enough to be called fur at all. And he had never been allowed to forget it.
By Robin de Voh on 2019-10-11
I sat on the couch, and Dr. Davenport sat on the chair opposite me.
'And when did you notice it for the first time?' Dr. Davenport said. 'A few weeks ago, from the corner of my eye, right over there,' I responded, trying not to look up. 'Is it here right now?'