Johnny’s head rang. He tasted blood. By the time he got up, she was already gone. He felt across his scalp for a split but all he found was a tender lump. He wiped blood from his nose before pinching it to stop the bleeding. His flashlight lay on the floor, the light still on. “At least she left me that,” he muttered. When he stood, something fell out of his sleeve and hit the floor. He reached down and grabbed the data chip.
Something walked over the hull of the ship with loud heavy boots.
It couldn’t be the woman. She’d come and gone without him hearing her.
Johnny felt the hairs on the back of his head stand up. He heard something drop down the hatch. He slipped the chip into his pocket and held the flashlight tight, his only weapon.
im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh
I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.
pretty deep. and smart.
I’m going to be on hiatus for a couple weeks. I apologize for the lack of posts. I will be attempting to finish Scrap in a week or two, and will throw it up whenever it’s ready. I also plan on doing a quick edit of it once it’s finished and putting out a more finished story. Thanks for reading.