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The Story Market Welcome Guest. Please Login or Register. << Search Results >> Nov 2, 2011, 11:57am [Home] [New Topics] [Help] [Search] [Login] IFrame All content belongs to the person designated unless they state otherwise. The Story Market :: Search Results 10 Most Recent Posts 10 Results Found Result 1 of 10: [Search This Thread] [Share Topic] [Print] Author Topic: The End of it All (unfinished) (Read 96 times) Steve V. The End of it All (unfinished) Administrator << Result #1 on Jun 18, 2008, 3:13pm >> ***** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ member is offline I'll be posting yet another unfinished draft. I've been surreally busy lately [avatar] trying to find a new job and get back into school, not to mention people dying and getting the Hell beat out of them. Frankly, life is a pain in the ass Fool Amongst Gods right now. [homepage] This story is an end of the world type scenario that I realized didn't play to Joined: May 2008 my strengths as a writer. It's sad when you get nine pages done and it occurs Gender: Male to you that the whole thing is phenomenally uninteresting. Posts: 39 Location: Iowa This one is fairly long, but it shouldn't take me too long to post. Also, I think I might start posting term papers and other things I have to do for school since they might be of some interest... maybe not. Link to Post - Back to Top IP: Logged Result 2 of 10: [Search This Thread] [Share Topic] [Print] Author Topic: In My Junk Mail Folder (Read 145 times) Steve V. Re: In My Junk Mail Folder Administrator << Result #2 on Jun 10, 2008, 7:50pm >> ***** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ member is offline 6/10: [avatar] "Is she a girl or a boy. I can't tell." Fool Amongst Gods There should be a question mark in there. And really, that's not a very good [homepage] sales pitch at all. Joined: May 2008 << Last Edit: Jun 10, 2008, 7:50pm by Steve Link to Post - Back to Top IP: Gender: Male V. >> Logged Posts: 39 Location: Iowa Result 3 of 10: [Search This Thread] [Share Topic] [Print] Author Topic: Two Detectives, Two Legs (1st draft) (Read 61 times) Steve V. Re: Two Detectives, Two Legs (1st draft) Administrator << Result #3 on Jun 10, 2008, 7:49pm >> ***** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ member is offline No more to this story, the only file I had was accidently deleted off my [avatar] computer because, well, I'm an idiot. Link to Post - Back to Top IP: Logged Fool Amongst Gods [homepage] Joined: May 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 39 Location: Iowa Result 4 of 10: [Search This Thread] [Share Topic] [Print] Author Topic: Eager Workers (unfinished) (Read 78 times) Steve V. Re: Eager Workers (unfinished) Administrator << Result #4 on Jun 10, 2008, 7:48pm >> ***** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ member is offline There is no more left to this story. I may try and write it again at some [avatar] point (this version has some terrible problems though) and I like the plot line enough that it could happen. Just not for a good while. Fool Amongst Gods Link to Post - Back to Top IP: Logged [homepage] Joined: May 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 39 Location: Iowa Result 5 of 10: [Search This Thread] [Share Topic] [Print] Author Topic: Eager Workers (unfinished) (Read 78 times) Steve V. FINAL PART Administrator << Result #5 on Jun 9, 2008, 11:16am >> ***** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ member is offline Walter looked into the mirror with an impolite grimace, but his disappointment [avatar] was unfounded; there was nothing that could be done about his face. Lester put the mirror in his jacket pocket and stared grievously at his patient. The old, Fool Amongst Gods portly man didn*t say a world. His eyes were drooped down to the gray floor, his thoughts taking him beyond the attention of the doctor. Lester kneeled [homepage] down to Walter*s level and tried his best to look him in his lifeless eyes. It Joined: May 2008 was a gaze he*d seen a lot in his profession; the look of a dead man. Gender: Male Posts: 39 *How are you feeling, Walter?* Lester asked in an unenthused tone, he already Location: Iowa knew the answer* but what else could he say to a man that had nothing but a scar for a face? For his part, Walter didn*t say a word; however, he told his story when he put his deformed hands to his face; touching sinewy, dry flesh that should belong to an overcooked steak. His right eye was milky and white, matching his hair that hadn*t been seared off in the incident. He must*ve been in unimaginable pain, but he said nothing. Possibly, Lester thought, he couldn*t bear to say anything anymore. *Sorry.* Lester said after several seconds. Walter hadn*t responded much since he*d finally seen his face. Before that, he*d been fine- if a little tipsy from the sedatives and other drugs that had been pumped into his system. But now* now he was completely coherent and he saw the damage, felt the pain, and there was no doubt he could smell the blight of his face. Lester left Walter by himself, sitting in one corner of the large resting quarters, there were only two other beds in use and neither of them was of serious concern. Amongst the middle row of beds was an older man, a mine worker, who had collapsed from exhaustion and, of course, Macready who lay prone on the opposite end from Walter. Lester scoffed, even in peril Macready kept away from his mistakes. Because of him, Walter was forever scarred and mostly blind. ---- The line was working overtime today; all the hold ups had sent production behind schedule by several days. By the time everything seemed to be going smoothly, the next month*s shifts had to be elongated by a couple hours just to make up for the inconveniences. Though most of the workers were sure that the guys in charge, especially Clark, were willing to fudge the numbers a little bit to end up ahead of schedule by the end of it. With everyone pulling more hours, the mines and the docks of the station were busier than normal; for the first time in the Intos station, they had traffic jams from the pushy robots and even pushier human workers rushing in and out of the mines. It had taken the higher ups a few shifts before they realized some of there force were missing. Jackson forced his way through one of the many tunnels that stretched out from the main road through the mines. His lanky, straw body slithered into the thinned out work ways with little difficulty, though it would be far less complicated if he had more than the spot light on his head to see where he was going. Down the burrowed stream, Jackson had seen a strange light that, he hoped, would lead to a couple of missing mining robots, *Yeah, I saw some light flickering down this way,* Jackson*s voice rang out with a wet echo from the bowels of the cavern, *I bet they ran into a wall or something, dumb pieces of shit.* Behind him, another man followed, lagging behind as he tried to squeeze past the erratically protruding walls. *They*d better be down there,* Laurel spat, **cause if this ends up being a wild goose chase, you*re gonna regret it.* The light on Laurel*s head shook violently as he struggled to weave around the perilously carved nooks of the cave. Usually, the job of finding a robot, which was a rare occurrence until recently, would be an easy task; however, the last few weeks had been Hell if you were just trying to mine out the rocks, let alone a game of search and rescue. There was a thorough system lights strung up through eighty percent of the cave system, but it stopped where new areas were being carved out solely by automated hands. Only the mechanical workers had treaded down these tunnels. Link to Post - Back to Top IP: Logged Result 6 of 10: [Search This Thread] [Share Topic] [Print] Author Topic: In My Junk Mail Folder (Read 145 times) Steve V. Re: In My Junk Mail Folder Administrator << Result #6 on Jun 9, 2008, 11:09am >> ***** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ member is offline 6/09: [avatar] "Have Your Left Hand Ready." Fool Amongst Gods How'd they know I was left handed?!?!? [homepage] << Last Edit: Jun 10, 2008, 7:51pm by Steve Link to Post - Back to Top IP: Joined: May 2008 V. >> Logged Gender: Male Posts: 39 Location: Iowa Result 7 of 10: [Search This Thread] [Share Topic] [Print] Author Topic: Photo Blog: Pictures using Movie Covers (Read 129 times) Steve V. Re: Photo Blog: Pictures using Movie Covers Administrator << Result #7 on Jun 4, 2008, 10:28am >> ***** ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- member is offline [image] [avatar] [image] Fool Amongst Gods Link to Post - Back to Top IP: Logged [homepage] Joined: May 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 39 Location: Iowa Result 8 of 10: [Search This Thread] [Share Topic] [Print] Author Topic: Cemetery Pictures (Read 75 times) Steve V. Re: Cemetery Pictures Administrator << Result #8 on Jun 4, 2008, 10:24am >> ***** ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- member is offline Here's that update I was talking about a week ago... [avatar] [image] Fool Amongst Gods [image] [homepage] Link to Post - Back to Top IP: Logged Joined: May 2008 Gender: Male Posts: 39 Location: Iowa Result 9 of 10: [Search This Thread] [Share Topic] [Print] Author Topic: Eager Workers (unfinished) (Read 78 times) Steve V. PART SEVEN Administrator << Result #9 on Jun 4, 2008, 10:13am >> ***** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ member is offline Macready had never thought about how long it took to get to the Med Lab, it [avatar] wasn*t in a very convenient spot for anyone who wasn*t in the living quarters. Even then, some clusters of living space were so far off that the right type Fool Amongst Gods of accident could mean death. Luckily, to some extent, regulations mandated that an emergency station be provided every couple hundred feet. [homepage] Macready was so frantic he ran past the first one he came upon and had to Joined: May 2008 double back a few strides. The problem was that, as nice as they stations Gender: Male were, they weren*t much help if they weren*t stocked with the essential tools. Posts: 39 All he could find amongst the mounds of used bandage spools and wrappers were Location: Iowa some moist napkins. They weren*t very helpful. After adding more what little he had to his growing cluster of bloody cloth, Macready picked up the red phone that hung in the sentry*s interior. It was a direct line to the Med Lab. He held it to one ear while using the rest of his body, mainly his uniform, to keep his blood form spilling on the ground. Nobody answered. Macready struggled to stand still as he waited, monotonous beeps passing by every few seconds. By the fifth tone, he*d had enough standing around and took off in an uncoordinated sprint, letting the red phone hand by its cord. The beeps kept cooing gently out from the speaker as Macready disappeared from sight. It must*ve taken him hours to get to the Med Lab; at least he thought he could*ve measured it that way* it certainly felt like an all day affair. By the time he reached the access point for the medical area, the cocoon of rags had failed him, letting sweat and blood drip across its surface. Macready had held his arm straight up once he saw his blood dripping out of the bundled layers. He couldn*t believe how messy that cut had become and feared that he was hurt more than he initially thought. After all, he couldn*t feel his hand anymore, that is, besides a throbbing shiver of pain every few seconds. Macready was stumbling once he got into the emergency room, he could feel the aches pounding on his legs from the hike and his head was swimming, just beginning to lose touch with reality. All the adrenaline that had been pumping through his veins when he saw his own blood was reduced to a few fumes. His alertness was gone and he was ready to collapse. He knew he*d gotten some luck though; Emily was the first person to see him and his left arm caked in blood, oil, and god knows what else. She rushed to him and held him up once Macready*s balanced left him. Without many words, any of which were lost to him, she started leading him through the Med Lab*s complex guts. Emily talked to him a little, but, again, he couldn*t understand most of it; his mind was clouded with layers of exhaustion and incoherence. All he did was look at her beautiful face, which was terribly distorted by his mind*s fish eye. As soon as she found a bed for him, Macready lost consciousness. The last thing he saw was Emily catering to his soaking hand and looking at him with alarm. She couldn*t believe how bad he looked; he must*ve run all the way here from his work area and that was too far for somebody with this kind of injury. The cut in his hand was atrociously deep, practically cutting a tunnel through his palm. Almost as strange, the blood wouldn*t stop gushing over his wrinkled flesh. It was serious damage, but she didn*t bother asking herself what had happened- she would save that for when he woke up. Emily didn*t notice Lester had come in for the start of his shift, hauling a large cup of coffee in each hand and his various reports tucked under his armpit. He didn*t readily notice Macready sprawled across the farthest hospital bed, where Emily had intentionally placed him, but migrated over once he had unloaded his various accessories (that is, besides one cup of Joe). He didn*t look pleased to see to see the monkey taking up space from the hard working folks. Macready*s hand was clean now and Emily could finally the extent of the cut; the muscle and nerves were cleanly severed and most of the skin from his palm had been cleaning cut away. It looked like there was a giant eye socket in the middle of his hand. *Jesus, what happened to him?* Lester asked in the least sympathetic tone possible. Emily didn*t take her eyes off Macready*s wound, *I don*t know exactly, he just ran in here a half hour ago.* Lester scoffed, *What, he didn*t say anything* couldn*t have been too serious, then.* *He*s lost a lot of blood, way more than he should have for a cut on his hand.* Even as they spoke, Macready*s cavernous cut was breached by pockets of blood at the edges. *He probably won*t be using his hand much anymore.* She said after a minute. Lester feigned a little concern, which he thought was courteous for a slacker like Macready, and peered at the mechanic*s hand. The doctor saw his suit cut to his shoulder, his arm smothered in dry blood flakes, and the mound of blood laden rags on the floor by him. For a second, Lester let his ego slip. *Oh my God** was all that he could say at first, he had to choke back his unease with the gore before he could continue, *that*s a nasty one.* Emily looked up at him as she grabbed a roll of bandages from a first-aid kit. *He still won*t stop bleeding.* She began weaving the white tape around his wrist, then palm where it was immediately dyed red. Lester watched for a minute then pulled back, letting Emily*s back shield the explicitness from him. He wasn*t fond of seeing blood, not that much anyway. *Stupid,* Lester said, *he must*ve lacerated himself while he was working on one of the robots. I knew he was careless, but not so dangerously.* Emily finished quickly and then turned to her superior. *I don*t think that*s it.* She calmly answered, wiping her hands on her already crimson stained lab jacket. *Of course that*s it, what else could*ve happened?* *All I know is that Macready has worked here as long as I have* and he*s never had an injury before. Some of the people that have injured themselves working in his area say that he*s good with first aid and he came here with his wound covered as best he could. He*s far more competent than to have his hand shredded by one of those pieces of junk.* Emily*s voice had become increasingly strong, devouring her usually calm demeanor. Her pale face had reddened and her bulbous lips were the color of the Red Cross. Lester looked at her, right in her stoic eyes and backed a few steps away. Coffee still in hand, he took one last look at Macready and then back at Emily, *Sure,* He said with a tinge of mocking, *you*re right; he*s too good for that.* Emily watched him walk away until he was out of sight. She knew she*d probably made a mistake, showing her bias like that, but she couldn*t worry about that now. Looking at his unconscious face, Emily knew that her reputation around Intos was secondary for once. Link to Post - Back to Top IP: Logged Result 10 of 10: [Search This Thread] [Share Topic] [Print] Author Topic: Eager Workers (unfinished) (Read 78 times) Steve V. PART SIX Administrator << Result #10 on Jun 3, 2008, 12:55pm >> ***** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ member is offline Macready wasn*t a doctor in any shape of the word and, especially right now, [avatar] his opinion of physicians was certainly colored. Still, when something small happened around the Machine Bay, Macready was always the one putting on the Fool Amongst Gods band-aids and giving the bed side manner. Today, one of his young, brash grease monkeys had been lacerated down his right palm- he was bleeding [homepage] profusely from the wound. Joined: May 2008 Gender: Male *You*re just going to have to put a lot of pressure on it,* Macready Posts: 39 instructed, *take some time to get Med Lab to patch you up better* then come Location: Iowa back, got it?* The young man nodded and tried to hide his shame; he was choking back waterfalls of tears. After a stern talking to from Macready about safety and carelessness, he made a quick exit from the Machine Bay. The young guy- his name was Brian- had been working with the *homicidal* Med droid and didn*t explain how he got the cut, even claiming that it happened so fast he wasn*t sure. Macready assumed that the boy was embarrassed because he*d cut himself when he was handling the various parts that now hung from the droid*s torso by wires and tubes. The Med droid, and Macready*s personal work area, was scattered all over the place; the torso and head stood upright on the table, but both of the arms were dangling on the edge of the table with much of it*s lower body. Macready had already done an inspection on the *bot and found nothing wrong with it in a mechanical standpoint. And if that wasn*t the problem, then it wasn*t his business. Brain had been charged with putting the droid back together and had at least gotten everything wired properly. All that was left was securing the appendages in their proper sockets. When Macready took up his subordinate*s work, he eventually noticed something peculiar. Macready had been trying to fasten in the droid*s right arm and was immediately perturbed to find it warm, almost scalding. Once he pulled away, Macready saw that its three clasped claws were slightly open and, along with dirt and oil, dripped a dark red soup from its tips. He clasped the arm again with care, but did not try to fasten it again. Instead, he pulled it from the droid*s body and placed it on a far part of his work bench. The mechanical arm acted very strangely; though it was offline and receiving no signals, it didn*t adopt the durable looseness that it was supposed to. Even putting all his muster into it, Macready could not pull apart the long, metal fingers. He only stopped when he feared he might rip them out of the arm before he got them to separate. Macready tried tools too, but they were just as ineffective. If he really wanted to get those fingers apart, hoping to find out why it wasn*t responding properly, he would have to do serious damage to the unit* and that cost too much money, especially with the storm that had blossomed around Macready*s head as of late. Med droid P321 was just a small attraction for the machine bay, there was entirely too much traffic going through to get any satisfactory work done before the next new crisis was being carted in from god knows where. Thankfully, there wasn*t anything serious today; the maintenance team had become very vocal about the chaos that was starting to overwhelm them every shift. It might*ve just been a small bonus, but Macready was glad that he had snatched up Kennedy to work with him. Kennedy had been in and out a lot the past few hours; even he had to admit that he*d overextended himself. Now, he had just come off a small break and was working diligently again. He was learning quickly too; Kennedy had already extracted the innards of a voice module and could recognize simple defects in wiring. Still, he frequently had to ask Macready about some of the finer points. *I can*t figure out what*s wrong with this one.* Kennedy said when he handed Macready some plates of loosely connected circuitry. Macready only had to glance at it for a few seconds before he understood the problem. *Some of the wiring is too loose- probably a little burnt, just get some new wires and replace them exactly where they are now. Make sure you tighten them good.* Kennedy nodded and left, realizing that Macready was very busy with the droid arm. For the life of him, Macready couldn*t figure out what was wrong with the droid. Even once he focused on the arm, nothing was working. It finally got to the point where Macready had taken apart the arm and was fiddling with individual parts- of course; this was once the demand for maintenance personnel had dissipated, leaving the machine bay inactive for the most part. It became apparent to him that this problem wasn*t going to let him sleep and his mind demanded that he stay tethered to his work station until he had come up with a filling answer. Hours later* The med droid was almost back together once morning came around; nobody had come in to tell Macready that he could have a break* not that anyone would on a regular basis, but sometimes, he thought, it would be nice if somebody would moderate his obsessive work rate- just force him to towel off every once in a while. Macready was spending half of his attention on putting the med droid back together and was using the other half to finish the previous day*s reports. As he finished composing the droid*s innards into its chest cavity, he also started pulling together the wiry muscles of its stubble of an arm. He hadn*t fixed it, but felt no point since his suspicions had been satisfied- the problem with this robot was in the programming. He would insist to the last moment that programs were not his department. The arm attached on without much trouble, which was probably the only downhill battle he*d fought in the last four days. When there was no opposition, Macready was content and even a little relieved, *Well, P321, looks like you*re not going to be my problem anymore,* He said quite happily to the dormant shell of metal. Macready even gave it a slap on the shoulder. *Once I get this arm back on, you*ll go back up to the Med Lab and they can deal with your nonsense.* Macready made the final touch and made sure the arm was secure (per safety regulations and- you get the idea). *Damn it!* Macready yelped and pulled his hand away from the droid. He stumbled several feet back, cradling his left hand as blood streamed down from his palm and quickly was all over his dirty jump suit and raining on the floor. The cut was deep and when he finally looked at it, he saw the wound had opened up an inch wide. It was a scramble to get the wound covered in a sanitary way- this wasn*t the Med Lab after all. Vainly, Macready found enough decently kempt rags so his blood wouldn*t continue watering the metallic floor, but he couldn*t stop the bleeding by himself. As distressing as the trip was probably going to be, he was going to have to pay a visit to the Med Lab. Macready left in a whirlwind; he didn*t bother to look at the med droid that was staring away in darkness, as it had been for hours. At the time, his blind panic distracted him from the droid*s newly reattached arm, which was now an outstretched claw with Macready*s blood streaming down its fingers in wide rivers. << Last Edit: Jun 3, 2008, 12:56pm by Steve Link to Post - Back to Top IP: V. >> Logged [____________________] Click Here To Make This Board Ad-Free [IMG] This Board Hosted For FREE By ProBoards Get Your Own Free Message Boards & Free Forums! Terms of Service | Privacy Policy | Report Abuse | Mobile