Tom held the joint in his hand as he exhaled through his nostrils. The smoke rose up under the ultraviolet LED lights as he tended to his crops. His future joints. He placed the glowing joint back between his lips. He was in the spare garage, on his knees with half of his body inside… Continue reading The Spare Garage
Everyone was laughing. He thought they might be laughing at him. "Just anxiety," he told himself. Though anxiety was clouding his instinct. #twitterature via Daily Prompt: Laughter
Syd piloted the starfighter around the destruction of the fleet’s last command ship. Its long body riddled with blast holes. She observed the soundless explosions continuing to erupt from all sides of the ship. The dead crew spilled out into open space from various hull breaches. Their ghostly silhouettes illuminated against the scene. Her friends.… Continue reading Planet Killers
Han takes Phasma to Tattooine to meet the almighty Sarlacc. It doesn't go as planed. 1000 words.
Han escapes Starkiller base, but stumbles upon someone that made it out of the trash compactor. 995 words.