They had crashed on a planet where the atmosphere was toxic. The pods were safe and able to be moved together to create a larger shelter, and with only four of them, the shelter was big enough for at least a month, though rescue stated they'd be there in about two weeks given the distance and lack of short cuts in that area. Their patient's infection showed by day two. The human frowned, seeing it, then began to cut apart citrus peels that had developed a fungal mold, working with the fungus in a way that smelled awful.

"Human, what are you doing? You said you had a way to treat the infection?"
The human looked upon their friend. "I do, it's called penicillin."

A: "What's that?"
H: "What's what?"
A: "That odd thing you're working on." Indicating the odd contraption attached to the human's suit that the human was carefully adding conditioning agent to the strong, stretching, straps
H: "Oh, this? That's just my wrist rocket"
A: "Wrist Rocket?"
H: "My slingshot"
A: ...........................................

He sought out, not Waithvine, but the kobold he traveled with. The young man, finding them along the trail, carried with him a basket of fresh fruit, fresh breads, dried meat, and sweet-filled pastries. Once he saw her, looking to the three travelers, the bugbear, the kobold, and the elf, the youth held out the basket to her, bowed and said softly, "Thank you." For he never forgot how she undid his bindings, and stopped him from ending his own life that terrible, lonely, night.

She was middle aged, approaching her 50's, her lower back hurt so bad she could barely move. Working in those damn factories for so long, ever since she was orphaned when the last big fire that swept through the city killed her's and so many others' families, had broken her. Then they came. It was late in the night, she'd gathered a huge amount of old, scrap, cloth stolen out of dumpsters and did her best to make it comfortable for her to lay. When she awoke, she was being carried silently on a liter between two strong.... what were they? They certainly didn't appear human, though the live-suits made it hard to tell. She saw others, like her, broken, in pain, barely moving, also being carried in a stream heading to a large, dark, ship. She opened her eyes and asked, in a fearful tone, "Are they getting rid of me?" The ones carrying her said in but a whisper, lest the patrols hear, "We're here to save you."

There was a sign on the door. It read "Warning! Deathworlder story time! Humans inside!" Faintly, through the budget soundproofing, a cogniscent with good hearing could make out the wailing cry of an alarmed human larva. One with even better hearing would be able to make out the voices of other young humans, saying "It's OK, it's OK, it's not real, it's just a story. Right, Miss? It's not real, right???"

A: Those who share my purpose becomes allies, those that do not become casualty.
B: There’s nothing about this war that is that cut and dry.
A: Because you still have hope, that this war will end with your honour intact
B: I do
A: stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honour matter. The silence Is your answer.

Common sense is not that common, this most people know.
When you lack even that basic knowledge, it's sad how things can go.

They were listening to the instructions of the flight attendants as they had boarded their flight from the station. It was the usual routine safety instructions that all flights normally gave, and the usual "Here is what we do for this type of emergency" thing. Except, this time, a person scoffed, rolling their eyes, refusing to listen to a word. Then, half-way to the solar system that held the vacation resort they were going to, there was a system-wide malfunction. The gravy drive got sick, and the gravity was out. Of course, the scoffing person was screaming conspiracy and how it was "just to get back at them for not being sheep", and the rest of the passengers were getting really sick of their horse-droppings.

A Companion notices that the ship's human's livesuit is picking up on wild, unusual fluctuations in hormones related to emotions and high stress. On questioning, the human informs them that, due to a somewhat negligent upbringing and poor socialization as a child and adolescent, they suffer from underdeveloped emotional maturity... that will never fully develop. That ship has sailed, and they were NOT on board.

The explanation is delivered in a calm, somewhat bored tone, with a bland facial expression. The livesuit readout indicates a massive accompanying adrenal response, along with a host of other unpleasant chemical releases associated with fear and anxiety.

Ok, I gotta get in on this one! I've been reading your stuff for a while now and I've not had the courage to post, but this sounds like the plot to one of the DnD games I was in and it was great, so anyhow!

The person that came in had the same story that many of the others did. A tale of woe where they'd been convinced the King's rules were why the person lived in poverty and pain. Why they came to the palace suffering of an infection that could easily be treated, and cleared up in less than a month, with proper medical care and treatment. This person is highly intelligent, skilled, and knew to listen before they struck, but also knew how to play dumb. But more than that, this person had their own spies, their own little network, and once they accepted the deal, learned the truth behind their old Lord's lies, knew just the perfect way to expose their former Lord in a way that they, and the other conspirators, were dragged into the daylight. The entire kingdom knowing exactly what they did and who they really were.

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03036-h113-where-and-how-to-cut

Omni 'hoverboard' you tube. Nonny Mouse.

Libertarian "paradise" world found by the Alliance. Probably called "Freedom" or something similar.

They had been working for a few months now with the havenworlders, who had gotten quite used to hearing them wake up screaming but it broke their crewmates' hearts to hear it each night. A de-regger rescue who was still learning that the world was not as cruel as they believed. The companion goes in one sleep cycle as the human begins to whimper and thrash in the special sleeping bag. A gentle hand petting the hair, a soft, trilling, lullaby, the human settles back into slumber reaching out to hold their friend's hand, a very, very gentle squeeze of sleepy gratitude.

She was hunting for them, seeking hir out. The ancient one, the magi who went by many names, the one who had a thousand children, and more grandchildren than the world would ever know, yet possibly none by their own blood. Spotting their camp, the kobold, hir, and the bugbear child. Slowly through the underbrush she went as silent as a shadow in the moonlight. Then, swiftly, she sprang. Sudden flares shot out behind her in brilliantly colored sparkles, almost blinding in the evening light, and she held out a huge bag of gifts, magic had allowed her to carry it, and shouted. "Surprise! Happy Founder's Day!" She'd been sent to seek out the one who'd helped found many the village and city that gave the unwanted homes.

A: What am I your f****** wingman?
B: Come on you own me for last time.
A: be quite you Sonofa- whatever, don’t come crying to me later. I’ll try to create an opportunity for you, oh, and this will cost a little mor-
B: yeah I know what you want, it’s in the basement.

@Adam in Darwin

No, I don't think so. You look in the USA and most of the "karens", i.e. the entitled behavior where someone harasses, bad-mouths, even strikes, another person simply because their own massive ego refuses to accept the word "no", and also refuses to accept they don't get to have their way, IS most often seen in us women. SO the poster is actually, sadly, quite correct. Though we are seeing quite a few men acting in such manner as well, especially within the last four years. I don't think it's sexist, I think the poster is just being honest. But then again, heh, after working years of over the phone customer service, and sometimes face to face, in my lifetime, and seeing it so often, I may be a little jaded.

Hello Internutter, long time reader, first time poster here. I was wondering if you could give us the other sides' view on this? How the parents, and students, felt and viewed things as they were being forced to watch the videos showing their actions and her pain? What the CRC's reaction was seeing something like that happen in their schools? How the witnesses who watched the trial, and the others following with the timeline, reacted to it all? How the administrators thought and felt as they were faced with the enormity of the crimes they committed against an innocent child?

And also, did Barbara finally recover and become that bright, happy, girl again? Though we both know, emotional scarring never, ever goes away, not with pain of that magnitude.

https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03026-h103-worn-away

HAH! Heavenworlders Against Humans!) stated as an small movement which mutated into an organisation that had only 3 "simple" demands/ goals

Rid Alliance space of humans Restrict Greater (and lesser) Deregulations to their own space and strictly guard and monitor their borders Return to the peace and safety that was pre Human Alliance.

the Alliance was at a loss as to what to do with this steadily growing absurdity, as Heavenworlders had never recorded instances of *rofanticising past civilizations.

*Rofanticise: the romanticised and fanticised way people look at past civilisations (living or dead), without taking into account the hardships, shortcomings, small mindedness, and general crappiness those ways of living or societies generally contained. see; 1940's/50's America, Hunter gatherer tribes, Ancient Rome, Ancient Norse, medieval Europe, Victorian England, and on and on and on.

(please note Rofanticise, Rofanticised and Rofanticising is a word group I came up with to describe this phenomenon, as simple romanticising and nostalgia did not adequately define what it is humans do, and i couldn't find any word that fit so i made one in urban dictionary to cover it.)

Animals go extinct constantly on Earth due to habitat loss and human misuse of the lands and animal stocks. Thanks to the paradox of time, and good ships, they came since the earliest era, and animals being driven to extinction due to human actions were collected and taken to pristine worlds where they could thrive, being careful to introduce the animals in a way that didn't harm, or alter, the local ecology, but rather where the animals could integrate into the ecological system smoothly, so that what was there was not harmed. It was a delicate balancing act done out of love. Animals as small as tiny as the bee hummingbird all the way up to massive mammoths. As quirky as dodo's, to as frightening as tasmanian tigers. And many aquatic creatures as well. Animals from deregger worlds, in similar straights, were also rescued and taken to such sanctuaries to save their species as well. All of these sanctuaries, of course, were in Alliance space.

The deregger ship found these worlds and found many of the animals from their worlds, which had been hunted into extinction for their feathers, fur, and other items which made them insanely valuable for trade in deregger space, but was thwarted by those that guarded the systems. But the dereggers would not go away quietly.

Especially at the begging of integrating humans into the Galactic Alliance, there are still humans that have never been to space, don't really need any training. What do a fierce crew who have 2 (as many as you want) death-defy-ing humans think of this? do they visit earth and see this? or is a human with no training forced out into space. how crazy can a human with no training be? probably ust as crazy but that's not the point lol. Chaos ensues, have fun!

You know, fighting fit, it is hypothesized that plantlife, due to the microfilaments formed by fungi, communicate, in a way. Through chemical signaling, they are able to tell when they are in distress, or when they are healthy, and so forth.