Mechanic's BluesI'm getting grease on my sandwich when she walks in. The whole hangar pretends to be busy while throwing glances at her.Mechanic's Blues by Memnalar
She looks around, finds me, smiles. She's walking my way, but her eyes are all for her baby. I've been pulling extra shifts getting her baby ready to fly.
There's a monkey on her shoulder. It leaps off, and scrambles into the cockpit.
She tosses her goggles on top of my workbench, brushes a braid away from her shoulder. "How's she look?"
Perfect, I want to say, but that wasn't the question. "I patched your oil leak, unstuck your throttle problem. Had to replace your altimeter, but I told you that."
"Yeah, you told me that." Her eyes are brown. Could've sworn they were blue. They're blue in my dreams.
Those brown eyes are turning the ship over and over. My eyes? Well, I guess they're doing ungentlemanly things, but they snap back to attention when she speaks.
"Am I loaded?" she says.
I shake my head, grinning. "Yeah. The clockguns are all bolted in and to
AshenI'd just finished cleaning the silt out of the last generator and dropped it back into the water when Pit found me.Ashen by Memnalar
"Up and running?" he asked.
"Spinning away. Lot of minerals in these rivers down here. Lot more than up on the surface. Fucks up the works."
Pit nodded. "Least there's no snow down here."
I didn't get into it with him. Last time we went topside, Pit left a hand in that snow. If I closed my eyes, I could still smell the skin melting. "You need something?"
Pit looked past me, toward my boy. Jacob. He was scrubbing away at a filthy generator part, or at least pretending to be.
I gritted my teeth, then looked at Jacob. He looked back, with huge eyes that didn't miss much. So much of his mother there.
"Head out, kid," I said. "Take these last couple generators with you. Take 'em up to Zeb for cleaning, we can't do nothing for 'em down here."
After my kid was gone, Pit came down to business.
"There's a nooge up top," he said. "Crazy fucker walked right up to the picket line. Sa
Bad with TimeIs this Waterloo? This is Waterloo, isn't it?Bad with Time by Memnalar
That was the question that sealed it for me. That bright day in Hyde Park, with the pigeons. It wasn't a great feat to hide the Professor's keys from him after that. The Apparatus, however, was another matter. Very hard to find good movers, especially in 1924. Bubble-wrap was a long time coming.
He came with me to the station, watched me watch the mules haul the crate aboard a flatcar. I'd catch up with it in Vienna, but not before a side trip.
I poured his tea as we steamed across the Channel, and often again on the train to Zurich. The Professor seemed lucid now and again, but he always came back to Waterloo. It was the horses. In his youth, his horse had been shot out from under him during the thick of the fighting. How he survived to get the Keys to the Apparatus, I still didn't know. He didn't like to talk about it.
He wouldn't talk about it even now, after the centuries he had crisscrossed, the things he'd seen. I would ask him, when
Carrier LostYellow emergency lights make Chrys look like an elf as she gazes up at them, her eyes flashing with reflections.Carrier Lost by Memnalar
"Shut that shit off." My voice is robotic. Still not used to it.
Merlin's already at the panel, jacked in through the conduit in his temple. The yellow flashing turns to yellow ambient, the sirens are silent. I can hear Chrys' heavy breathing.
"Just a couple more floors, babe." She doesn't say anything, just squeezes my hand. I know she did that because the pressure registers across the display in my retinas. I turn and look at her. Vitals are going apeshit. She's gonna pop at any time.
Spider pounds up the stairs behind me, grim look in all six eyes, slamming fresh ammo charges into his gun harness. I heard him unload downstairs. If he's empty already, then the company jackoffs are serious about this. His pacer drones whirr behind him, past us, then ahead, barrels smoking, lasers fanning the stairwell above and below.
I'm getting Spider's readout from the cloud
bicycle mortuaryWe rode together oncebicycle mortuary by Memnalar
but I've no time for you now,
so I've hanged you
to forget you,
as the air leaves you
Rust in peace.
EasterweenDon't they get itEasterween by Memnalar
how six feet
of white fur
how no shadow
under the stairs compares?
alarmWelcome to another perfect day aboard the Citizen Ship!alarm by Memnalar
Our sun is bright, and our temperature is just-fine.
Do we have enough points for window privileges?
Don't forget to redeem them, the lot resets at the
end of the cycle,
and we wouldn't want to miss the sunlight
that we have programmed for us.
Have we had a chance to listen to
the newest shout?
It's all over the Wave Net, and
we want to be first with the news!
Infant Recycling is at an all-time high!
Thirty-two million units of contraband were incinerated
We will all receive an extra Yummy Pill in celebration.
We will all have a pleasant light-period! Productivity Is Law! Law Is Life!
Overheard on PinterestOriginal documentOverheard on Pinterest by Memnalar
showing coat of arms given to Joan of Arc
and other styrofoam structures
to make them look like best office prank.
I'd just die.
London Leather Briefcase
flesh and blood just like any other animal.
Packaged in plastic they hang on retail shelves
one of the longest underwater caves in Texas
Mysteriously Beautiful Abandoned Places
Maryland mom charged with stabbing murders
OMG the cuteness!
Project Educate: The Best And Bloodiest!:iconprojecteducate::iconprojecteducate::iconprojecteducate:Project Educate: The Best And Bloodiest! by pullingcandy
Project Educate: Horror Photographers To Watch Part 1:
If you are looking for inspiration, or just looking to expand the brutal in your message center, here are some incredibly talented horror and macabre photographers you could set your sights on here on Deviant Art.
Their gorgeous and grotesque galleries are awful, brilliant and eye catching, certainly not to miss.
Jessica Walker has been a deviant for seven years. This gallery is a combination of beautiful and terrifying, and worth a second, third and thirtyeth look through.
Kitty is a fabulous creator of morbid and imaginative artwork. Not only does she do that, though, but she also makes wild and wicked jewlery. She received a dev