Cain Fester- MonologueHey there, babe. Hey! Don't walk away while I'm talking. What's a pretty girl like you doing in this part of town? "Just going home," huh? Hey... we're right next to the strip joint. So you're a stripper, huh? That's hot... hey, didn't I just tell you not to walk away? You're starting to piss me off. Pfft, pepper spray? Go ahead, do your worst. See? Didn't hurt at all. Too bad it melted off my disguise face, though. Now now, screaming will get you nowhere. There's no one here but us. You can't move? Good. I'll bet you're wondering why I look like this. See babe, I'm stuck. Not that kinda stuck now, I don't eat... The kinda stuck where you
Miracle Space is really really big. No, I'm serious. It's 2238, and the human race has still only mapped about a fourth of it. Of that, we've only ever traveled about an eighth. I am Commander Ellis Earhart, leader of the merchant starship Miracle. My crew and I exchange goods from place to place. It isn't a glamourous job, but I like it. I like to think that we're doing a service to the universe by exchanging not only goods, but cultures and ideas. And yet, most of my crewmembers still keep the old fear of anyone different from them... "Commander," the woman on the intercom said urgently. Ellis was half-asleep, leaning back in his seat at
Metamorphosis Ch 1 Maxwell Greene looked like an ordinary man. With his light brown hair, grey eyes, and average height; he certainly wasn't going to attract much attention. But what most people didn't know was that Maxwell was a neuro-scientist. His job was to study the human mind and brain. However, he usually worked alone; most of his colleagues had shunned him for his attempts to contact a spirit world. He wasn't sure exactly why they even cared about this, since most of them didn't believe in a spirit world anyway and Maxwell funded most of his spirit-related work himself. In any case, he kept his greatest achievement a secret in his apartment. Maxwell
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