Muzzleruffels

Freak-World by Muzzleruffels Chapter 3 ------------------------ Eight years ago, a scrawny young man of the Senior grade was snoring away on what was probably the most worn-down and ancient of all couches on the surface of New Colony Mars, with only his own exhaustion and a knit-cotton blanket giving him comfort. As much as he was mastered at the skill of sleeping on something so discomforting, he lacked the resistance to the noises of silverware and sizzling of beef; so thus, he was awoken to the sounds and smells of someone working in the nearby kitchen. Refusing to budge from what he called a “bed”, the young man simply scr

Freak-World by Muzzleruffels Chapter 2 ------------------------ “Have you ever had that one, singular, crazy dream? That one fantasy that seems so outlandish, so beyond the average day fashion, that every chance and hope of it being fulfilled seems……….impossible? Well in your defense I would love to say, in the presence of my ears, ‘impossible’, is a word not listed in my vocabulary. I’m Jack Wahlburch, and right now you’re riding the train that may very well, be the end of the once popular term, impossible. But as you await the first rays of your new resort, I’d like to let you in on

Freak-World by Muzzleruffels Chapter 1 ------------------------ “FLOOR 3 IS NOW CLEAR FOR DEPARTURE. PLEASE COLLECT ALL PERSONAL AFFECTS AND FOLLOW THE GUIDED DIRECTIONS OFF THE SHIP! THANK YOU FOR USING AURORA AIRLINES, AND HAVE A NICE DAY!” With the blaring of the overcome subsiding (and surely to come on again for both the second and third floors), the passengers of Flight 367, Floor 2, prepped themselves to finally be off this sixteen hour space-ride. Usually travel from planet to planet (regardless of the millions of miles to trek) was a comfortable and at times quite enjoyable experience; they did pass by a comet midway i

Freak-World by Muzzleruffels Chapter 0 ------------ Darkness……is a beautiful thing. Not the darkness that is so commonly associated with the veil of fear and the nature of the macabre, or the kind very easily used to define the wickedness and glory that is applicable to human nature. No, the darkness spoken here is the good kind, the kind that is bestowed upon you when the world no longer has need of your services and thus pushes you out of its’ influence, leaving you alone and at complete peace with yourself. So often is this darkness accessible by the individual, either with the closing of your eyes and ears, or when

Controlled Environment Prologue by Muzzleruffels In an expanse of perpetual darkness, with not a sound to be heard or a breeze to be felt, the numbers 0629 glared in a bright, crimson hue. Then, as if purposeful in disrupting a seemingly endless peace, the numbers shifted, now reading the time of 0630. As if weakened by such a disturbance, the darkness groaned like an engine buried within a cavern, and found itself pierced by the brightness of the lights overhead. Following in tune with the lights and machinery, the air vents exhaled their long held breath; giving the room it laid service to its first moments of fresh air since eight hours

Mermaid Examination The water was calm, clear, and unusually warm this evening. Rays of light shined through the transparent skin of the surface, penetrating it to dance on the blank and expressionless features of the sandy floor many feet below. At the bottom, an abundance of bright and colorful coral decorated the otherwise vacant area, for there was no life to be found here. There were no fish, nor krill, or any other form of aquatic life around, just the mermaid. She floated mere inches above the coral, her graceful, silvery-blue tail swaying gently, back and forth in a soothing motion. Her long, blue hair flowed through the sea without