Zovix - Part 1"When I finish placing the bomb, do I come home?" Nothing came out of the speakers. He repeated his question, but he knew he could just ask again after Earth's destruction. After a while, Earth came into view from his pilot's window. His spacecraft was inconveniently slow but was heavily armed with very useful attack and defense systems.Like any other of his kind, he was about ten feet tall with deadly sharp claws and teeth that went along well with the dark yet light colors of his fur. His body, unlike many Earthlings, could change from wolf to human to his true alien form, which was a combination of both – an erect wolf-like figure w
Zovix BackstoryMany years into the future, people have destroyed planet Earth more and more. Over a million species died off, the average winter temperature became sixty degrees, and the largest span of trees was the size of an amusement park. Most animals had become work animals for people and their needs. This included the wolf. Eventually, there were only about twenty left. Some of the best scientists came together to experiment on eight of the wolves so they could create a stronger animal more suited for their needs. But their experiment turned a horribly wrong turn, and in the mess, the scientists fused their bodies with the wolves. Since the wolves we
Terra - Chapter 4 “Terra?” “Ughhhhh. What?” I didn’t appreciate people interrupting my sleep, especially if I was having a good dream. “Time to go.” Mason said, shaking my arm. I was immediately startled by the sense of urgency in his voice and I sat up. “What is it?” I asked in a hushed voice. “Well… there might be… something trying to dig us out.” When he mentioned it, I did hear something near the entrance. Little bits of dirt were raining down, and I heard something snuffling and scraping at the rock. I drew my knife, and Mason gripped his hammer. We waited… and wa
Terra - Chapter 3"Hey, Mason.""Yeah?" he said, turning from what he was doing. "Seriously, I'm not cold. You don't have to do that."He stared down at his hands. For about fifteen minutes, he'd been trying to light a fire. There was a tree stump that stuck out of the hard-packed earth, and Mason was trying to use it as fuel. But no such luck."You say that now," he began with a lighthearted laugh, "but wait until night falls. It may be warmer down in here, but you'll still freeze.""We're staying till nightfall?" I asked."Yeah. If we don't get hungry, I might even suggest spending the night here.""Ugh. I haven't eaten all day!""Ha-ha." Mason chuckled. He
Promotion PoemMy life is just a sketchA thin outline, drawn by a pencil’s edgeComposed of crude, messy linesIt is unclearSo uncertainSo faintBut once I leave hereI’ll know what I want to do with itDefine it in black ink and pursue my dreamsOr maybe splash it with paint and fill my life with loveOr maybeI’ll just take an eraser And start my picture all over againBut once I leave hereI’ll find out what I want to doAnd make my life a masterpiece.