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Boat Neck Grants Pass

Citizen Among the Stars- I have a system that lets me make ships?!?!

The sky over Karvess was the color of rust. Thick, swirling dust clouds hung low over the scrap fields, coating everything in a layer of fine, red powder. Jagged heaps of broken metal stretched as far as the eye could see, the discarded bones of an age long past. Somewhere in the middle of it all, a boy named Grant sat atop a gutted transport hull, staring up at the vastness above. "Same old sky," he muttered, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Same old nothing." It had been six years since he'd been left to fend for himself, abandoned in this wasteland of shattered starships and forgotten tech. Six years of scraping by, salvaging parts to trade for food, dodging scavengers meaner and hungrier than he was. But today was different. Today, his life would change forever. A sharp hum filled the air, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His hands, buried in the exposed circuitry of a wrecked cockpit, tingled as the old display flickered to life. Then, a voice spoke. -System activated- Hello, user. I am the Star Navigator System. I am at your service. Grant froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn’t just any old ship AI. Star Navigators were rumored to be relics of the Pre-Imperial Era, capable of piloting ships faster and smarter than any modern system. This... this could be his way out. "Star Navigator System?" Grant echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, a slow grin spread across his face. "Huh, maybe I can get into the Academy with this... Or even, create an army!" The screen pulsed with light, scanning him, assessing. Somewhere in its code, something shifted, acknowledging him as its new pilot. And just like that, Grant's future stretched wide before him—wider than the skies, wider than the stars themselves.
hizzage · 3.4K Views

Evo-lution

Splicers: Mages of creation, capable of bending the laws of nature to combine the DNA of various animals together to make evolved creatures or Evos. In this world there are no cars, planes, boats or many of the advanced technological marvels that we take for granted. Instead people and countries rely on Splicers and Evos for things ranging from transportation to national defense. Being a Splicer is basically a ticket to the good life for most. But not just anyone can be a splicer; you have to lucky to be born with the magic in you and even luckier to have the talent to distinguish yourself among millions of your peers. Follow Chase Kingston; a young splicer that was born in the one country in the world that being a splicer makes you a second class citizen; as he attends Andromeda College, the world's foremost institute of splicing knowledge. Where he will rub shoulders with the world's elite and future leaders of society. Far from the simple life he knew Chase will be thrown into the deep end as he learns just how cutthroat and competive the world of splicing is. Where behind even the friendliest of smiles hides a dagger aimed at your back. If Chase is to survive he'll need to gain knowledge, strength, and grit to overcome any challange. Can he do it? Read on and find out [Evo-lution is my first novel and a side project of mine. I plan to release multiple chapters a week but don't hold me to that! If this becomes more popular I'll devote more time to it. ....HUTEXA-THE-DJINN]
Hutexa_The_Djinn · 824.5K Views

Le Passé Est Révolu, Ni Haine Ni Nostalgie Ne Demeurent

Le jour de mon mariage, mon fiancé a été surpris en plein acte avec son véritable amour Lily dans les toilettes, leurs corps nus exposés à tous les invités. L'issue était inévitable ; le mariage a échangé les mariées sur-le-champ. Mon père a subi un AVC sous le choc et est décédé quelques jours plus tard. Ne pouvant supporter la mort soudaine de mon père et les rumeurs qui circulaient, ma mère s'est jetée du trentième étage d'un immeuble de grande hauteur. Pendant cette période la plus sombre de ma vie, j'ai développé de graves problèmes psychologiques. Rylan, le frère cadet de mon ex-fiancé, est resté à mes côtés jour et nuit, me sauvant d'innombrables tentatives de suicide. Il a fallu deux années entières avant que je ne me rétablisse enfin. Le jour de ma guérison, Rylan a loué le yacht le plus luxueux de la ville, couvrant le pont de neuf cent quatre-vingt-dix-neuf roses, et m'a demandé de l'épouser. Après ces deux années de compagnie constante, j'étais tombée amoureuse de Rylan depuis longtemps. Les larmes aux yeux, j'ai accepté sa proposition. Pour notre cinquième anniversaire de mariage, j'ai apporté un cadeau soigneusement préparé, espérant le surprendre. Au lieu de cela, j'ai accidentellement surpris une conversation entre lui et sa secrétaire. "Cela fait cinq ans. Pour Lily, je suis marié à cette femme dégoûtante depuis cinq ans maintenant. Rien que de penser à célébrer notre anniversaire avec elle plus tard me donne la nausée." La voix de la secrétaire tremblait : "M. Sterling, veuillez boire moins. Si ces mots vous échappent devant votre femme, ce sera difficile à dissimuler." "Et si Mme Sterling découvre qu'il y a sept ans, nous avons engagé quelqu'un pour retirer le tube d'oxygène de son père..." Rylan ne montrait aucune inquiétude, arborant même une expression moqueuse. "Pour Lily, je suis prêt à tout faire." "D'ailleurs, j'ai déjà gâché toute ma vie avec cette garce."
ManyWriters · 916 Views
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