As Robbie made his way through the grocery store, he heard people talk about him under their breath. He’d walk down an aisle and hear a curt exhale of air, then see the back of someone walking the other way. Someone who’d rather not shop in the same vicinity as him. All the people staring,… Continue reading Robbie
Dr. Riley’s right hand was average size, soft, with long fingers. Calluses in specific areas of his palm, rough to the touch. An accomplished neurosurgeon, acclaimed amateur golfer, and pianist. The trained skill and dexterity in Dr. Riley’s fingers were invaluable. What was valuable about Dr. Riley’s hand, to Trent, was the access it granted… Continue reading Hands
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.