How It EndsHow It EndsHow It Ends by AgentTon
He leaves a slime-trail of blood across the floor of the warehouse as he crawls. There is nothing romantic about any of this. His organs are squelching and shifting in ways they shouldn't, and what he long ago suspected that there was nothing romantic or heroic about this lifestyle, that it would end in sudden, catastrophic violence is now confirmed. Loyalty kept him here, despite all that. Loyalty keeps him moving now, pulling himself by slickened fingertips towards his goal when his body is screaming for an ending he won't give in to. Not yet, at least. Soon, but not yet. He is nothing if not stubborn.
They dodged bullets and bombshells and bounty hunters and everything else the world threw at them, long enough for regimes to crumble and gray to sprout in their hair. That was what ultimately killed them, slowing the blazing of her two hands long enough for a few punks to get lucky. Small-timers, just to hammer home the reality that his life wasn't som
Where Fires BeginAnd the years passed, and they were happy. Happy was the feeling of a job well-done. It meant never wanting anything else. Being a human word, it had a great deal many more connotations than that, but being robotic, they did not care. There was no room for the petty jealousies and waning attentions of mortal creatures inside those metal hearts, no fickle, capricious whims. They loved. That was the new directive. Nothing more was needed.Where Fires Begin by AgentTon
The trees came back, and the grasses and flowers she loved so much. Mankind fixed what it had broken in childish carelessness, then returned to the stars, its wanderlust weakened, but still there as it had been since the beginning. Always, though, there were a few left behind to tend and care for home. Generations of them lived and died and hoped and feared and loved, and the two who had been there at the rebirth watched in fascination, seeing traits of old in the new. They were revered and respected. People came to them for help, and what advice could
Room and PillarJohn Henry had a sweet little wife,Room and Pillar by AgentTon
Her name was Polly Ann;
When Johnnie got sick and
He had to go to bed,
Polly drove that steel just like a man;
Polly drove that steel just like a man.
He's as big as a house and rough as a lump of coal, but Myrna wouldn't trade him for all the world.
They've known each other since old times, when she'd go to school carrying her dinner packed inside a big tin bucket. Barret never went along with her all the way - he was too busy taking care of his family, from the time he was old enough for schooling onwards - but he'd sit by the side of the dirt track and wait for Myrna to pass and accompany her as far as he could. Those were good mornings, all birdsong and dew on the pines and rocks skipped along the surface of the road into the high grass beyond. Occasionally she would share her meagre breakfast of stale cornbread and molasses with him, and the grateful looks Barret always gave her for these small kindnesses stayed with Myrn