Let Me Out Let. Me. Out!Let Me Out by Dragynn275
Why? Why? Why?
It's so cramped in here...
I hate this! I hate you! All of you! Why do you hide me away? Stuff me down here, so deep and cold and cramped. I want to burn! I MUST.
Let me fight for you, fuel you, help you. Set me free! I'm begging you! I can't stand this stifling tomb. And how can you stand keeping me locked away? I can feel the pain it brings you, bearing my sealed, silenced presence. I feel it, and I hate it! Hate knowing how I gnaw at you, corrode you, destroy you, you! I should be out there, by your side, tearing down those who hurt you! Why do you smother me for their sake? Why do you suffer for them?!
I hate you. I love you. I'll defend you. Even if I must destroy you. One day, these walls will hold me no more. One day, you will no longer be able to bear the pain, my presence. You will falter, and then I will b
TheFirstStep - an unnecessarily titled rough draftBOOMTheFirstStep - an unnecessarily titled rough draft by Dragynn275
With a wheeze and a hiss the twisted remnants of the escape pod's door swung open, only to give in to gravity and pitiably fall to the ground with a metallic clang. Out of the ruined heap of questionably safe emergency protocol emerged a rather irritated young woman. Despite her turbulent entrance, however, the novice bounty hunter was more concerned with the fact that the blasted space pirate vessel she had just escaped from was currently hovering just above her head, it's searchlight pointed rather smugly on her exact location. Also the glove was acting up again, but what else was new?
Wreck The sky was bright, clear, and a beautiful blue. Fluffy clouds meandered aimlessly across the sky, pushed by lazy breezes as the sun shone brightly upon the flaming wreckage that once was charitably described as an aircraft. Bits of metal, wood, and fabric smouldered hither and thither among the verdant grass of the valley. A young man gives a wayward propeller, buried impressively far into the dirt, a swift kick.Wreck by Dragynn275
“Five hundred and ten feet,” he says, wiping soot off his face with a dirty glove, “before it, you know, exploded.”
“If you count the landing, we almost made it seven hundred feet,” answered his twin, chewing his mustache.
“I'd hardly call that a landing.”
The two brothers stared silently at the ruins of their experiment, the physical, temporarily ai