Romans & histoires The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy

“Earlier tonight, I saw someone outside my window, this isn’t even hallucination, this is a breach.” “Yes, I totally agree with you, one hundred percent.” He said, nodding his head in agreement. “And what’s more, you know who the person was, don’t you?” I paused for a moment and then answered him. “Yes, I know who it was,” I replied, trying to hide and conceal my fear. Cael looked at me for a moment and shook his head slowly, and then he finally said it. “Visa Nigthhallow.” My heart skipped as the name thundered into my ear drums.

I stuck my hand inside the fridge is still cold, but I know the temperature was slowly going up. "…this is very disturbing…am I.…dead?....". [Greetings traveler, Please do not panic….first of all please state your name..]. "…..Sai…Mies Sai...who?...or rather what are you?..". [Greetings Sir, Sir Mies Sai, I am T.A.S @ Traveller Assist System. I'm here to help you in your journey between two worlds…] A calming deep male voice echoes in my head. it was shocking at first but gradually I managed to convince myself to stay composed.

He slammed his boot down on the deck, instantly magnifying the gravity in the bridge to a thousand times normal. The hybrid captain and the remaining crew were instantly crushed flat against the floor, their bones and cybernetics snapping like dry twigs under the unbearable weight of Earth's Alpha. Jack stepped casually over the pulverized captain, his eyes locking onto the main navigation console. The screen displayed the horrifying truth. A massive armada of these hybrid abominations was already halfway across the galaxy. Their destination coordinates flashed in bright, bloody red: The Galactic Mint. "Ben," Jack broadcasted, ripping the data drive from the console. "Tell the fleet to prep

​The sight beyond the Respiration’s viewport was no longer a galaxy; it was a Manuscript in Motion. The Galactic Core had been completely submerged in a literal ocean of pitch-black, viscous ink—an abyss that didn't reflect light but seemed to suck the very hope out of the vacuum. Standing upon this oily, undulating surface were the thousands of Eric Parsleys, their figures varying from transparent ghosts to solid, ink-drenched titans.

“There’s a house out in the Hegemony that makes parts just for this core. The sail’s huge and kinda clunky, but it’ll get us anywhere in the galaxy.” “Well then, what’re we waiting for? Let’s get the hell out there.” “Read my damned mind.” Lucifer primed the nav intelligence, and punched in some coordinates. Then, after a few moments, the space around them warped, and covered them in darkness. It seemed as though they were being swallowed by it. And when it closed up, they were gone.

“I cannot explain it well, my child, my time is short but please, hear my words and be careful in the realm of man.” “Uhh. I thank you for the concern but may I ask who are you?” “ I am Antheia..” ‘Antheia’ ‘Antheia…’ The world swirled. Everything is morphing into some kind of scary picture that she screamed inside her head. “PRINCESS UTOPIA!” A loud scream wake her from it. Her body became limp that she lost her balance. She was waiting for the impact and the pain that follow but it never came.

Shaking her head at the unbelievable scene that just played out before her, she walked in almost a tranced state towards her room. Julie had eaten her meal inside her private room alone. Her husband didn't come back to check on her - or maybe he did but she just missed it because she might have already been fast asleep on the bed. ... After napping for about two hours, Julie woke up and readied herself for the long journey ahead. She had a small chat with the old innkeeper when the old lady had brought her meal in and she had told her that they needed to cross the green forest before the day ended because that place was very dangerous. She said that the green forest was a peculiar dark fores

Mia I sigh, grabbing the stranger’s hand reluctantly. He says I am not cursed, but how can this be true? I bare the white hair. My head is telling me to run as fast as I can away from here, but my heart is telling me to stay. “1, 2, 3,” The leader huffs and I watch as wherever we have taken solace in, goes completely black. My heart starts to race in panic when light suddenly illuminates the space. My eyes focus slowly as I look around, seeing a staircase the descends further down, where the hell are we?

I heard another continuous humming sound but is different than the buzzing sound I heard earlier, it’s as if it’s about a warning or something. Miracle’s parents continuously cried and asked for the doctor’s assistance. Then, people wearing white coats started to enter the room while I heaved for more air. For the time being, I can just sympathize with Miracle's torment, however, her life and her safety are out of my league. I was unable to spare her—just like those other bodies I had before, I couldn’t do anything to protract their lives.

Ghosts walked beside me, and for once, I didn’t try to silence them. At the bar, I poured myself a drink. Whiskey burned down my throat, harsh and clean. My last drink as the man I had been. Then I pulled the canisters from the bag. Gasoline filled the air, sharp and suffocating. I traced paths along the floor, across the walls, into the office where my name had been written in shadows. Lucio followed, silent, his face unreadable. When it was done, I stood in the center of the room, lighter in hand, flames reflected in my mind before they even existed.