On the side of a hill to the east of town, past the Eidlin river, overlooking the gentle slopes of the Asphon valley, there was a picturesque, two-story, farm house with a for sale sign planted at the end of its driveway. It was an older house with white walls built on a stone foundation twice as wide as it was deep. A covered front porch held up by thick posts and occupied by hanging, potted herbs stretched its full width. Parked out front was an immaculately-clean Tetra Series J, the company automobile from Simon & Page Realty.
Mother and son Gallagher were touring the house with their realtor, Richard Amato, an obnoxious, sharp-nosed,
Daniel Dumarr's sleek Wildcat fighter cruised through the nebula on its preprogrammed course, passive sensors on high alert. Civilian freighters passing through the sector had been reporting strange readings coming from the nebula for the last month. Circulating rumors of a "ghost ship" had finally motivated command to dispatch a carrier group to investigate. The Office of Naval Intelligence suspected possible Clanworld pirates but truth be told even ONI was guessing.
After a week of probing the nebula all they had to show for it were sensor echoes and frustration. Daniel kept his eyes trained on his displays, searchi
Stolen Time and Broken Wings by MightyBOBcnc, literature
Literature
Stolen Time and Broken Wings
She gingerly placed a palm to the beast's heaving side in an attempt to calm its thrashing. The whites of its electric blue eyes bulged wide with terror as the ship's beams cracked like so much kindling. It snorted and struggled against its restraints as suffocating black smoke entered the dimly-lit cargo hold.
From somewhere far astern there came a pair of muffled booms and suddenly the lights flickered into darkness. The room lurched downward and a piercing scream rang through the hull as the ship plunged through the clouds. Her feet lifted from the floor plating and her heart rose up into her throat as negative Gs sent blood rushing t
The U.S.S. Phoenix, on a survey mission under the command of captain Nexila, slowly drifted through the class 2 nebula NGC 20105, leaving a ripple of shimmering vortices in its wake.
U.S.S. Phoenix - Bridge - Beta shift, 16:37 hours
"Captain, I'm picking up an anomalous energy emission 2.1 light years ahead," lieutenant Pretorius announced from the Ops station.
"Define 'anomalous,'" the captain said from her command chair.
"It's hard to make out. The nebula is causing a lot of interference. I'm trying to clean up the readings," he answered. He worked for a few moments to clear up the noise, his fingertips deftly manipulating the LCARS con
On the side of a hill to the east of town, past the Eidlin river, overlooking the gentle slopes of the Asphon valley, there was a picturesque, two-story, farm house with a for sale sign planted at the end of its driveway. It was an older house with white walls built on a stone foundation twice as wide as it was deep. A covered front porch held up by thick posts and occupied by hanging, potted herbs stretched its full width. Parked out front was an immaculately-clean Tetra Series J, the company automobile from Simon & Page Realty.
Mother and son Gallagher were touring the house with their realtor, Richard Amato, an obnoxious, sharp-nosed,
Daniel Dumarr's sleek Wildcat fighter cruised through the nebula on its preprogrammed course, passive sensors on high alert. Civilian freighters passing through the sector had been reporting strange readings coming from the nebula for the last month. Circulating rumors of a "ghost ship" had finally motivated command to dispatch a carrier group to investigate. The Office of Naval Intelligence suspected possible Clanworld pirates but truth be told even ONI was guessing.
After a week of probing the nebula all they had to show for it were sensor echoes and frustration. Daniel kept his eyes trained on his displays, searchi
Stolen Time and Broken Wings by MightyBOBcnc, literature
Literature
Stolen Time and Broken Wings
She gingerly placed a palm to the beast's heaving side in an attempt to calm its thrashing. The whites of its electric blue eyes bulged wide with terror as the ship's beams cracked like so much kindling. It snorted and struggled against its restraints as suffocating black smoke entered the dimly-lit cargo hold.
From somewhere far astern there came a pair of muffled booms and suddenly the lights flickered into darkness. The room lurched downward and a piercing scream rang through the hull as the ship plunged through the clouds. Her feet lifted from the floor plating and her heart rose up into her throat as negative Gs sent blood rushing t
The U.S.S. Phoenix, on a survey mission under the command of captain Nexila, slowly drifted through the class 2 nebula NGC 20105, leaving a ripple of shimmering vortices in its wake.
U.S.S. Phoenix - Bridge - Beta shift, 16:37 hours
"Captain, I'm picking up an anomalous energy emission 2.1 light years ahead," lieutenant Pretorius announced from the Ops station.
"Define 'anomalous,'" the captain said from her command chair.
"It's hard to make out. The nebula is causing a lot of interference. I'm trying to clean up the readings," he answered. He worked for a few moments to clear up the noise, his fingertips deftly manipulating the LCARS con
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Today's victim is the ArtStation app.
https://magazine.artstation.com/2018/12/happened-artstation-android-app/
On December 10th it was suspended from the Google Play Store because some poor schmuck working minimum wage in their app review dungeon flagged it as 'Sexually Explicit' because they saw a titty. (p.s. there's a couple of tiny titties if you click on that link.) This is deeply disturbing and hypocritical on multiple levels. I could write pages about art history and how nudity has been a core subject of art since the beginning of human history (I have an art degree; don't get me started). Would Google censor the Venus de Milo?
I'm just rhetorically thinking out loud here I guess. I've uploaded 4 pieces of lit and although I'm admittedly just an amateur and the writing needs revisions they do have a combined 1000+ views so, do people actually read them? Are they giving up after a few paragraphs? Or maybe it's just bot views. Nobody comments so I have no idea.