Automatic Fiction

The Arena

He slowly picked himself up from the floor. The pain in his arms growing with every passing second. There was a dull ache behind his nose which circled his round to the back of his head. When he opened his eyes, he could only see a few feet ahead of Read more…

By GaProgMan, ago
Automatic Fiction

The Guy

I’d been walking for, seemingly, hours. The breeze blowing gently against my face. My lips where chapped through dehydration. I was resolute in my mission: I was going to make it this time. Suddenly, over the din of the metropolis came a strange sound. A chopping, whirring sound; that of Read more…

By GaProgMan, ago