Ghosts of Machina - Chapter 2Chapter Two:Ghosts of Machina - Chapter 2 by Storm137
A few days had passed since Jake’s disappearance, there was a search but nothing had turned up.
Then the girl who had moved in next door disappeared. Now there was two missing people, a sixteen year old boy and an eighteen year old girl. Their whereabouts unknown.
For the Hayes family it was a reminder to lock their doors and windows at night. Brody and Sarah feared something could happen to their own children. Whilst Andy was capable of fighting off an opponent, Olivia wasn’t and they were worried regardless.
Andy himself was feeling stress from this. He had another event to speak at, a big race in another state and this was not what he needed to hear at that time.
The speaking in public wasn’t the issue anymore, he had mastered that on the second try. It was the fact he still wasn’t feeling himself but wasn’t telling anyone. It was worry over what would happen when he was gone.
“I don’t think I should go…” H
Planes - Bad dreamsThe images flashed across the screen, images a young boy shouldn’t have been watching. But he was watching it anyway. It was late at night, his parents were asleep.Planes - Bad dreams by Storm137
Dusty Crophopper leaned forward bringing his blanket around him tighter. On the screen a shark pulled someone under the water. He jumped as blood pooled in the water. He whimpered a bit and covered his eyes.
It was an older movie, his parents had told him he wasn’t allowed to watch until he was older.
So of course, he watched it anyways. The movie in question, JAWS…..And he was regretting every moment.
Dusty waited again leaning forward as the shark pulled the buoy’s towards the boat. He gulped covering his eyes. “No..No...No…” He groaned. “Don’t get eaten!”
He uncovered his eyes and yelped. “NO!”
Realizing he had yelled this he looked around, his parents didn’t seem to be the wiser. He sighed in relief before turning back to the TV… In time
Ghosts of Machina - Chapter 1---Andy---Ghosts of Machina - Chapter 1 by Storm137
It’s funny how fast a year can fly by. Just a year ago I was a kid living in a Human Territory not fond of machines, always on the run from the wild ones seemingly wanting nothing more than humans to rip apart.
And now I considered the machines I didn’t like, as part of my family, I had a girlfriend… I was also not a normal kid anymore.
We had moved on to Propwash Junction, away from the territory I had grown up in. A new hangar modified for a human family of four was our home now. I had a bigger room, a newer safer neighborhood. Close friends always nearby.
But I also had a job to do. I was The Revolutionary and even a year later I still had that job to do. The world was changing quick yes but some places were still getting used to the idea. I spoke at big events, at races. My face was in the paper. There was photographs of me and my family with the machines we had come to consider our own.
It was cool, but it was also tiring after awhile. A lot of crazine
Planes FAR: Welcome homeScritch, scritch.Planes FAR: Welcome home by Storm137
Another X jotted down on a Wings Around the Globe calendar.
The young boy armed with the pencil grinned before running out of his room. “Momma!” He called. “Momma?”
“In the kitchen my light!” Came his mother’s voice as he grinned. He rushed in practically taking off.
He sniffed the air and sighed a little. It smelled like homemade cookies. “Mm...That smells awesome.” Jett Crophopper grinned as he went over to his mother hugging her. “You’ll share right?”
Ishani laughed. “Only if you promise not to take one before they're done cooling. You burnt your tongue last time.”
“Dad ate one and he didn’t flinch!”
“Because he waited.”
Jett pouted before he smiled again remembering what he had ran into the kitchen for. “Guess what today is?” He asked hopping up and down a little.
“Hmm….Is it...Labor day?” She asked though she alrea
Ghosts of Machina - PrologueIt started long ago on a dark night. Energy surged through the air, the wind had blown wildly all around.Ghosts of Machina - Prologue by Storm137
“Brought to life, from oil and metal, I give this energy, this life into this blessed vessel…” A person cloaked by darkness chanted, moving around a car, the engine revved as the headlights snapped on.
Rain had started to fall as thunder roared above.
In the dark of night things had not gone as planned.
In the dark of the night a murder most foul occurred.
When the morning came the husband of a woman known as Katherine Warden found his wife dead. Tire tracks trailing away from her, in her blood.
Unbeknownst to him, a change had occurred in the night.
A change that had changed the world and didn’t stop. He didn’t confirm that it may have began at his home with his wife.
And now in the modern day the old records from back then suggest a curse, or some sort of alchemy.
In a way they were right.
And now in the modern da
Tales of Machina - ''Can I keep him?''Olivia Hayes hummed a little as she walked down the pathway to an off beaten path near her home. She was by herself for now and a little bored. No one was up for playing today, and her lessons were postponed for now.Tales of Machina - ''Can I keep him?'' by Storm137
Dusty was getting ready for a big race, Dottie was tuning, him up. Andy had a conference at the race, and Maya was with him for that.
So now it was just her walking along the trails coming into a field of wild flowers. She leaned over the rocks that surrounded it a little breathing in deep. The air smelled sweet here, due to the flowers and it was quiet. Peaceful.
Maybe I can make a flower crown for mommy… She thought climbing over the rocks and landing on the grass giggling a little.
She walked around picking up flowers as she went.
Maybe next time Dusty has a race Dottie’ll let me help get him all ready to race… She thought looking up at the sky seeing some balsa planes fly by along with birds.
Olivia stopped short hearing something. She l
Piston Peak Chronicles: Honoring the Lost“Stay with me, you’re gonna be okay.”Piston Peak Chronicles: Honoring the Lost by Aileen-Rose
“Come on Nick, keep your eyes open.”
Blade’s eyes snapped open as he sat up in his bed. He was back in his hangar up at Piston Peak. Not back at the set… not where…
Blade lowered his head, rubbing his temples.
Get a hold of yourself Blade… you can’t fix it. What’s done is done.
Blade got up, heading outside.
Maybe some air will help.
He went out to his favorite cliffside and sat down. He didn’t know why, but just looking out to the forest he helped protect every day seemed to help in clearing his mind.
Nick… do me a favor and stop haunting my dreams… it’s been quite a few years now… can’t… can’t I just let it go?
Blade looked over to see Maru behind him, he had a concerned look. “You okay?”
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