Deep Space
- Reads 6
- Votes 1
- Parts 1
Ongoing8m
Last published Mon, Feb 24, 2014
WE HAVE JUST CRASHED, I HAVE BEEN EJECTED FROM THE SHUTTLE WE NEED HELP IMMEDIATELY!!" I am rapidly falling closer and closer to earth. I see Kennedy flying in the opposite direction. I have no sign of Acosta. Kennedy grabs a rope and throws the other end towards me. I grab it. We are now flying in the opposite direction from earth. I still dont see Acosta.
"WE NEED TO GET AS FAR AWAY FROM THE SHUTTLE AS POSSIBLE!" Kennedy shouts. "WE CANT LEAVE WITHOUT ACOSTA!" I reply. "WE CANT SAVE HIM... Its too late now." Kennedy replies with a sad voice. I look behind me. We are approaching Deep space. There is no turning back now
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
FAKE
PROLOGUE My name is Alex Kahill. On July 15, 2017, I killed a person, but am not accused of murder. However, I am being hunted by those who hold me responsible for this death...and most certainly, these folks fully intend to terminate my life. Three months ago, my life was actually better than good. I was taking a personal sabbatical in picturesque Western New York, doing three things that I dearly love. (1) Riding my bike (2) Flying my drone and (3) Visiting my son, Ben, who was interning as an environmental reporter for the Chautauqua Daily, a local paper serving the Chautauqua Institution. Better than good. And then out of nowhere, my existence went to shit. You know, the killing thing. So I'm writing this journal as a cry for help. In an effort to make some sense of the tragic events that have recently unfolded in my life, I'm hoping that if enough light is shed on what happened to me, my potential demise might literally become "troublesome" for those who would do me harm...maybe I'm just being naive, but it's worth a shot. At this point, I don't really have much to lose. I am no writer, so please bear with me. But know that I am totally vulnerable, so I'll try to be thorough as I tell my story. It probably would be good to start at the beginning.Complete
Jesse's Redemption (manxman /werewolf || #lgbt)
Sequel to Want You Back. ******** For every action, there's a reaction. Too bad Jesse learned the hard way. His actions, his careless words, took something precious from his family. Broke his family. Is there any way to redeem himself? He doesn't believe so. But he does everything he possibly can to make up for what he's done. **** Being Eric Moore Hardcore Pornstar. That was easy. I knew what was expected of me. Then everything changed. Changes, things I don't understand. Questions I couldn't answer. Then there's Jesse. My mate. But how can I be a mate when I don't have a wolf. I mean I'm not sure if I did. Why don't I have a connection like everyone else. I wish everyone would forget I did the special things. It's not like I liked it. I just didn't want to be punished. I wish I wasn't a kid trapped in a grown up's body. I wish Jesse would love me. I wish he didn't hate himself. Wishes upon wishes. Will they ever come true?Complete
My Past Mate Rejected Me
"You rejected me!! Not the other way around!!" I yelled at him, tears streaming down my face. "I know." He says, he head hangs low. "And I'm sorry. I should never have rejected you." He went to take my hands into his but I turned away from him. Tears were still going down my face. How could he, after all this time, have the nerve to come here. He knew that he had hurt me. Now he is sorry and wants me back? No. "Please. Believe me. I messed up big time! I didn't know what I had until it was gone!" He said. I heard every word. They cut through the wall of my heart and placed themselves on it . It hurt. But what he did to me had hurt even more. "That's right. You screwed up. Consider me lost." I said. Then I walked away.Complete
The Most Powerful...
I'm so doomed... How am i supposed to live with a very annoying human being. He is going to drive me crazy! If I have to count how many times I've saved his life compared to how many times I've wanted to kill him... Killing him seems to be a much much MUCH better option. "Crystal, what's wrong, you seem so quiet now? Did you hear what I asked about you coming to mainlands to train humans to save the world? You don't have to but you kinda know how I am, I'll drag you with me." Jakes annoying voice broke my thoughts. "You are such an idiotic moron, you know that I have super strength, super senses, super speed, super co-ordinanation, and I have claws, wings, a tail, fangs and I can shape shift in a wolf or tiger! You are a weak, stupid human being, so I'd like to see you try" I answered with a rased voice and glowing blue eyes full of rage.Complete
Want You Gone
Goodbye my only friend... Oh? Did you think I meant you? That would be funny, if it weren't so sad. Well, you have been replaced, I don't need anyone now; if I delete you, maybe I'll stop feeling so bad. Go make some new disaster, that's what I'm counting on. You're someone else's problem, now I only want you gone... {{A/N: THIS IS A REWRITTEN VERSION OF THE GAME: PORTAL 2! I HAVE ADDED A FEW OF MY OWN LITTLE SPINS ON IT, BUT ALL THE IN-GAME STUFFS HERE BELONG TO VALVE! I'm also rewriting this from my old account. Here is the original story: https://my.w.tt/wIneGpYzgT}}Complete
cold alpha and his broken luna
Ariana Lee Ezra xan Arizona Anderson or Alexa Anderson as people called her was an omega since the accident occurred. The pack blamed her for their dead. Due to their abusive actions, these makes her mute. They didn't know that she was a special she wolf, they thought she was weak, what will happen if she ran away? --------- He come close to me, he took my arm with cause tingle in my arm. He drag me to a place where no one is at and look at me still with those disgust eyes "You are not my mate, my mate should be strong, not some pathetic weakling like you. I Andrew Jackson, reject you Alexa Anderson as my mate, and Luna" I look at him He smirked and thought I gonna cry about it but I suffer worse. Still the pain in my heart being rejected is still there though I don't care I look at him, even if I haven't have a wolf, I can still mind link the pack I mind link him. "Okay, I don't fuckin care, but remember alpha I will be back, mark my words" ----- That day she ran away from the pack, she couldn't take the beating anymore. What will happen if she came across the powerful pack in the world? Or should I say the king of werewolvesComplete
Jay's Pizzaplex Adventure
"Go! He's behind us!" The boy starts scrambling and hurries with me following closely behind. He makes it to the other side and I'm just about to get onto the bridge when my leg gets grabbed and I'm dragged back, fingers digging into my flesh tightly. I turn over my shoulder. "Moony! You've got to let me go!" He pulls himself closer and his jeering only gets worse, but I can't make out what he's saying. I roll over in the space to face him before I kick at the hand latched around my calf, only making him grab it tighter, a sharp pain ringing through my calf. (Disclaimer, I follow the events of the game pretty closely. I do not own the content this is inspired by or some of the dialogue as I cite the game at times)
Darling, You're MINE. || A Yandere Quackbur Story
"Maybe you don't understand it yet." "Understand what?" A chuckle, "Darling, you're MINE." Life was already hard enough, maybe it would finally end when he had been abducted! How wrong he was. He would have never expected the events coming... PLEASE READ THE FIRST PART FOR OTHER INFORMATION!Complete
COMPLICATED DESIRE | EDITING |
Dammit " I yelled . Why can't this damn employees watch where they are going. " I'm so so sorry , I didn't see you." The person replied with panicking voice . She tried to wipe the coffee with her hands but , was making it worse. Argh ! badly wanted to see who has a beautiful voice but I didn't bother because I was way beyond fustrated to the point I would to strangle this person. " Next time watch where you are going you slut !". I yelled at that person. I need to go and change now. "Look you asshole , I didn't see you okay. And dont yell at me you motherfucker. Its Your fault that the coffee spilled out. You don't even know me yet you called me a slut. Go fuck your pussy man and learn to respect others nxn". She replied. . I looked up to see who dared to insult me like that , i saw beautiful girl.My blood was boiling . They fucking called me an asshole. Before I could observe, she stormmed off angrily. I sighed. Now i gotta change my shirt A bit A bit drama, but its feeling Read more. soon to be deleted.Complete
Ended
I am dying. I know this because i can feel all my senses leaving me. I can see flashes, recollections, of my past. They preen at me through my lashes. But I am calm. There is a feeling of delirium thumping in my heart, spreading through my body. With the little strength that I can muster, I reach out to take hold of the nearest objects to me. It ties me to the earth, but when my eyes no longer see light, the bond that keeps me on this world will be severed, and no longer shall i be alive. What if you and a four other people where the only ones alive on earth? After the Apocalypse, everyone died. Except for five of us. My name is Thalia, when I was thirteen years old, the earth was broken by deadly storms, methane, tsunamis, earthquakes. I survived. For years I wandered the earth, raiding abandoned shops for food, seeking shelter. Now I am fifteen, I feel like I have found a home. I have found a band of survivors like me. These people survived the Apocalypse, and now, we want answers .Complete
PROLOGUE My name is Alex Kahill. On July 15, 2017, I killed a person, but am not accused of murder. However, I am being hunted by those who hold me responsible for this death...and most certainly, these folks fully intend to terminate my life. Three months ago, my life was actually better than good. I was taking a personal sabbatical in picturesque Western New York, doing three things that I dearly love. (1) Riding my bike (2) Flying my drone and (3) Visiting my son, Ben, who was interning as an environmental reporter for the Chautauqua Daily, a local paper serving the Chautauqua Institution. Better than good. And then out of nowhere, my existence went to shit. You know, the killing thing. So I'm writing this journal as a cry for help. In an effort to make some sense of the tragic events that have recently unfolded in my life, I'm hoping that if enough light is shed on what happened to me, my potential demise might literally become "troublesome" for those who would do me harm...maybe I'm just being naive, but it's worth a shot. At this point, I don't really have much to lose. I am no writer, so please bear with me. But know that I am totally vulnerable, so I'll try to be thorough as I tell my story. It probably would be good to start at the beginning.
More detailsContent Guidelines