Beneath the Surface
The surface of the ocean carried the colors, looking like a vast mesmerizing painting. the water was placid and calm, but a jet boat was cutting through it like butter, bobbing along the surface with a wake behind it.
Book of Particles: Silver Stream Memory 9
I passed my hands over the slick acidic surface and it felt as if i had passed my hands over my regular belly. in fact, i felt the exposure all around as my belly sense was now tied inside of the stomach pit.
Darkness Bubbles to the Surface
One thing was for certain, they were not going to be spending any more time on the cursed surface of this planet anymore...
Beneath the Surface - Splicers
Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt a klaxon, a warning, some semblance of reason trying to break the surface. "we can't do it here... can we?" declan asked.
Beneath the Surface IV
Hello again, everyone! I have to say, I was disappointed at the lack of comments placed on my last piece of this series, but I had quite a few emails, and not to mention a very good new friend come from the creation of part three. Although I am very...
Surface (Chapter 13)
One believably falsified recommendation later, and boko had taken his tools and picked up the car parts from where they'd been hanging to go put them back together at the surface in record time.
Surface (Chapter 12)
"People are at their most authentic when they're wearing masks." - Oscar Wilde Soon after they'd reached the village of the tribe of the Sahuagin itself, Klein had heard Boko greeting them in their native tongue and telling him the gist of what...
Surface (Chapter 11)
After having walked ceaselessly for most of the day, klein had picked up logs, sticks and stones, boko had put stones in a circle and rubbed sticks together to start a campfire, klein had gathered dry leaves and moss to serve as a relatively soft surface for
Surface (Chapter 10)
"All of us are looking for ourselves somewhere out there inside everyone we come across." - Carl Gustav Jung "When you pour tea into a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Answer like an echo." - Bruce Lee Klein hadn't gone into the forest with any...
Surface (Chapter 9)
Klein had been a weird kid. In class, most teachers had resented him for scribbling, fidgeting, daydreaming and reading books they hadn't even mentioned instead of sitting still and paying attention all the time like he'd been supposed to, and most...
Surface (Chapter 8)
The cephalopod had forgotten just how difficult it could be to find a quiet spot to try to read or search for a semblance of inner peace in on the surface world.
Surface (Chapter 7)
As much as she'd learned from discovering the merits of solitude, a year of isolation hadn't done much to improve her social networking capabilities by that point. She hadn't known anyone she could use as a focus group to get a second opinion from (or...