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The “Quickdraw”

The story on how Bett claimed his second gun.

Somewhere amidst the independent systems, is a rather secluded system (meaning that their are uninhabited systems surrounding it), an L-type dwarf star; smaller than a red dwarf and possesses a dimmer red, so dim that it made the asteroid belt in this system difficult to navigate. However, one chunky rock in particular houses a base known as the IBHC (Institute of Bounty Hunting Contracts), professionally…casually it’s Hunters Rock. The rock is lit with lights, enough for it to stand out.

Most if not all legendary bounty hunters and wannabe hunters had flocked to this rock. The institute was built by a group of aspiring businessmen, crude in their mannerisms, yet because of their tenacity and ways with persuasion, they had succeeded and laid down a foundation that most hunters follow to this day than they ever had before. A sense of order permeated the constant flux of chaos.

The Solar System

“Sol”, for short. Also known as the Sun, a star that has quenched its light upon us when our eyes first opened, and before then on the world that has, with all of her might, sheltered us. Sol, a single light in a vast ocean of where countless other lights exist, and between them…darkness. Why is this one special? Well, for a start, it is our home.

Let’s take a look shall we?

All images on this post were screenshotted from Space Engine

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The Last Bounty

Space-time folds over the ship in a blink of an eye. A moment ago it was in the Trellisius system, now, it’s here in the Wiive system, heading for Lowii; the only lively planet in the system.

“This is Bett here, I’ve entered the system and en route to Lowii”

“Excellent, you will find the target in The Real Lowii’s Bar, take a look at the dossier if you need reminding”

“Oh no I’m good, pretty hard to miss a tall, limping Jyl when all of them are normally midget sized. But thanks”

“Contact me when the job is done”

Bett searches for the Real Lowii’s Bar, whether that’s true or not he doesn’t know. No one knows what happened to the guy. But what everyone knows is that the bar serves shitty drinks. The customers it receives is its local community, whoever flies to get a drink from there is either desperate, hiding, challenging themselves or absolutely delusional.

Face In The Bush

RIIIIIIINNNNG!

Chairs screeched back from their tables as we got up to grab our things and leave. Our teacher reminded us about homework but no one really paid attention as we were all giddy to go home. The halls were filled to the brim with other kids who bustled back and forth, I just wanted to get out, so I wiggled, dodged and shoved by.

At the time I believe my friends were waiting for me, yet as soon as I came outside I didn’t find them. They weren’t there. I looked but they never entered my sight. Surely they had waited for me?

Nevermind, I would see them again tomorrow anyway, and no I couldn’t text or ring them as I had no phone at the time, which I would get once I became ten years old (next year). Instead, home it was and not the park. Shame, I was up for some play, that, and it was a sunny day.

Most of the evening I was on my xbox and played Halo Combat Evolved, a great game, one of my favourites. Then, after dinner their was homework. I recalled the teacher who reminded us. Reluctantly I switched my console off, swept my pen of the desk and began to write. Maths…ugh, even at first glance my head banged. The hours dragged by and most of it involved a long, distant stare, I was lost and stuck…and bored. I gave it a break and turned my gaze onto the outside world. My eyes wavered across our street through my bedroom’s window. That was when I came upon it…

5 Writing Prompts To Get Yourself Going


Do you ever sit and stare blankly at your computer screen, piece of paper or whatever the hell you use, and wonder what to write? I do.

It can happen any time of the day, multiple times. You have something then it goes, like smoke. Its happening to me right now making this…my first article. Got to jog my mind somehow, and what better way to do that than to start writing. Lets do this together, grab your favourite beverage, and begin with these 5 writing prompts to get the juices flowing.

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