Blazing Bins Novels & Stories

The pitch deck arrives Monday morning at nine-fourteen. It is thirty-one slides, professionally designed, with a cover that reads: MERIDIAN HOSPITALITY PARTNERS — A Premium Experiential Investment Consortium, Barcelona & Lisbon. (Meridian — from the Latin meridianus, meaning 'of midday' — suggesting the highest point, the peak of achievement; a name chosen for a consortium whose entire premise is built on Valentina Serra's unacknowledged credibility)

The explosion shook the cabin walls so hard I thought they might come crashing down. Dust rained from the ceiling, filling the air with a thick, choking cloud. My heart lurched into my throat as the sound of gunfire erupted outside, sharp cracks cutting through the stillness of the night. The Scorchers were here, and they didn’t waste time with pleasantries.

She poured more mana into it to further increase its power. “Let’s hope this works! [Blazing Comet]!” She shouted the spell and a condensed ball of orange fire was shot out of her hand. The ball of fire exploded on the sand near the tamsarah. The sand had melted into a red liquid. As the beast passed through it, it roared in pain and emerged fully out of the sand and started rolling around on the sand. The red viscous liquid was sticking onto its body, sizzling its skin. “ROARRR!!”

“Lead the way, loser!” “Thought you weren’t a movie person.” “Don’t try to run away from your duties.” They found a nearby cinema and luckily, they had just started showing a movie few minutes ago. They rushed into the room and took seats farthest from the screen and placed the single large bucket of popcorn Sebastian had gotten in between them. By their sides, were their individual bottles of coke, paid for by Alex as his little way of relieving Seb’s pain of footing majority of the bills.

They were miles long, their metallic pincers glowing with a clinical, sterile light. "They’re not here to talk," Jack the Noir Man yelled, pulling out a grayscale revolver. "They’re here to 'Clean the Bin'!" ### The Battle for the Bin The city erupted into chaos. The "Glitches" fought back with everything they had. The wireframe dragons took to the sky, breathing bursts of green static at the clamps. The fantasy knights charged the "Deletion Drones" that were pouring out of the breach—sleek, white machines that looked like floating scalpels.

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

The automated waste-disposal trucks from the neighboring city of Oakhaven didn’t care about pack politics; they cared about the industrial refuse that a high-functioning pack produced. I reached the staging fence just as the dull hum of a heavy engine vibrated through the soil. My vision was beginning to blur—a side effect of the Liquid Silver—but I focused on the large, lead-lined bins waiting at the edge of the neutral zone. These were for hazardous medical waste, designed to block the chemical signatures of experimental shifter treatments. To the pack’s infrared sensors, a lead-lined bin was a blind spot. To me, it was a carriage.

He slows down the car making her sigh in relief. But, it is too late now and suddenly they see a big container coming towards them. Sook-Ja yelps loudly as she feels the car being hit and she closes her eyes tightly waiting for impact.

"...I don't want to lose it." The entire universe exploded with blinding white light.

Sharp and certain. “You’re wasting your time, Malcolm.” The memory didn’t come whole, just fragments. Pieces that slipped in whether I wanted them to or not. Cold air against my skin, the distant echo of bodies colliding and the dull thud of impact echoing through the field. My duffel bag half-packed on the bench beside me and her, standing there like she had every right to decide what stayed and what didn’t. “You’re good at one thing. Why are you trying so hard to ruin that?” My jaw tightened slightly at the memory.