Swab the Deck
Mei was given heavy leg irons in addition to the manacles on her wrists. It made it very tiring to […]
Mei was given heavy leg irons in addition to the manacles on her wrists. It made it very tiring to […]
Mei “Love the sea, don’t you? All that bracing, fresh air.” Mei came to a groggy awareness. She opened her
Quill shook his head. Two of the classes, both Alliance, were unfinished. That might mean the classes themselves were unfinished.
Stunned and somewhat dejected by the awful turn of events, Quill just sat quietly in his seat, mind mulling things
Jane sat in place, staggered by the opening speech. In a daze, she looked around at the crowd, many of
Brown grinned and laughed. “That’s right, fuck you. Fuck all of you. You profit-killing, reputation-destroying, selfish pieces of human garbage.”
Like a little kid, Quill was on the edge of his seat for days, waiting for his full-dive machine to
Shocked and hurting, she’d stumbled from her parents’ house, crawled back home and spent a week laying in bed, sobbing
Jane sat at her bedroom desk, twitching with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Her slender finger rested on the
Love; the iconic sculpture, originally designed by Robert Indiana, was made of four, giant, red, block letters stacked on top