The Job

“Easy money,” Quake said. Quida rolled her eyes. They stood before the vault, unguarded and seemingly secured with only a picto-lock. “Your favorite,” Quake said. “I’ll bet…six seconds this time.” Quida snorted, kneeled before the rotating combination lock, licked her lips then spun the four segments. Each had a series of hieroglyphics that would make […]

Existential Dread Void

I have never wanted anything From anyone I seek no help because nothing will remain Please don’t spare me the pain I am content to stay here In my dread void of suffering For eternity Till my body withers And my spirit is cast out to roam space Leaving nothing but an empty husk In […]