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The Burning Wheel. 2
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The Burning Wheel 2
Not many people were out at that point in the night. My arms where sore from scaling the 25 ft high fence. There where little cuts and scrapes on my hands, my insides hurt from getting struck by Tasha the commando. My mind though, it was relieved for the first time. Just a little freedom was worth it all. All the sorrow I felt was erased just being on the outside……then again maybe not. The thing that made it better, that made it all worth it was the Captain of the Guard. It was safe to say that I was smitten. It was safe to say that I needed to know her. I wanted to know her.
I walk the quiet empty streets with only the sounds of the high powered remote artillery guns moving from left to right along northern end of the fence. That smooth air pressure sound back and forth. It made me smile. Our creature comforts, our home. My home was on 11th floor of the Ivory Towers apartment complex. When I think of home I don’t think of this cold white place. Its high glass windows, every conceivable want met, every dream fulfilled. All except for that one memory, that one vision I can’t shake. And so I know that I wont ever find home, because home has been burnt away like everything.
All is not so terrible. I had my own room. I had the love of the people who took me in. I had the love of Dana. I felt in time she would get over our parting. I felt at the time that it was just adolescent love and she would move past it.
Mr. and Mrs. Fairbanks took me in. I was found wandering the Forbidden Streets. They told me I was starved and covered in blood. I had nothing but a black and white composition notebook with a Spiderman sticker on it. The notebook had my name…Shane. That was all they knew. There where lots of children and teens found this way. Wandering the nothing. With no identify no story to tell out of trauma, and so the Lost Children’s program was formed. Citizens who lived in New San Diego where given permission and special privileges if they took these lost kids into their homes. Mr. and Mrs. Fairbanks was a rich and powerful family….they took me in.
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Wonderful. Very original alt universe. As always, I’m hooked.
god i just got blue balled lol
6 pages*rubs hands*I love that Carmen is older than Shane. I hope armen doesn’t give in too easily, I lvoe a good chase!
6 pages*rubs hands*I love that Carmen is older than Shane. I hope Carmen doesn’t give in too easily, I love a good chase!
I love it! Love the Year Zero feel to it. *****!
Older Carmen and young Shane… I’m liking the possibilites here.
MY gosh, it is so hot and you keep my hooked. It’s so crazy, the way shane wants carmen and how mature carmen is lol I love it..
“Starling” complex ? TV Sky ? Mmm… Loving that story, brings to mind a lot of sci-fi greats especially with the reconstruction of society. I can’t wait for the next chapter, I like that Shane’s all cocky smitten at the same time, charming stuff ! * * * * *
Young cocky Shane might not get things as easily as she thinks, luv her planning though. She & Carmen have that spark as usual. Great job.
I love your stories. They’re very well written, entertaining, and super sexy. Well done. I love how you really make everyone into their own characters instead of making them all carbon copies of each other with different names. You really seem to understand what goes through their heads. I love it. I totaly get lost in it. Can’t wait for the next chapter. Also, thank you, thank you, thank you for having an amazing imagination AND good grammer! There’s nothing worse than a story with good potential but bad grammer.