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    Water splashed in my face as I rode my four-wheeled carrier over a pond. A tire caught on a large rock and flipped the carrier into the water. I let out a shout of amusement. My friend Romy, who was in the back of the carrier, was not so happy with our current state.
    When we surfaced, I got a stern talking to.
    “You could have gotten us killed, Luca! Why, why did you think it was a good idea to speed over the rocky pond?” I shrugged.
    “Guess I actually have a sense of adventure.” Romy’s face wash blushed from both anger, and fear left over from the accident.
    “Just wait ‘til your brother finds out that you got your carrier stuck someplace AGAIN.” The smile vanished from my face.
    My parents died in a boating accident about five years ago. Now I lived with my older brother and sister. I gulped. I did not like to see my brother angry. I could already imagine what he would say. Luca! You insufferable child, how could you have done this three times in less than a month? Yeah, I didn’t like the idea of that. Then I got an idea. The smile returned to my face.
    “What if he never finds out?” Romy sighed.
    “Not this again…”
    “Come on Romy, help me turn this thing right side again!”

    Once we got the carrier up again, after about ten minutes, Romy begged me to take him home. I refused. Then, I figured that if I brought him along, he would snitch on me. So I drove him home.
    When I got back to my own home, I expected to see my siblings waiting for me, disappointed looks on their faces. I was late home again. But, they were not. I walked downstairs to my brother’s workshop. He was polishing a newly configured droid built out of scraps. He called himself an inventor, but in truth, he was a scavenger. My whole family was. Buying and selling, refurbishing and trading parts. That was the only way we could survive after my parents died. After all, my siblings were only sixteen when it happened, and I was ten.
    “You’re late,” my brother said without turning. I chuckled at my brother’s remark.
    “Yeah, Niklas, I had some… issues.”
    “Like what?”
    “Luca… issues…” Niklas hummed
    “Luca issues, very convincing.”
    “Ten credits says he flipped his carrier again.” My sister Kimi giggled as she came down the stairs behind me. Niklas laughed at his twin.
    “I did not!” I lied. I totally did. Kimi shrugged, as she shouldered her way past me down the spiraling steps.
    “Whatever. Anyway, Luca, we’ve got an incoming Gogopo shipment in about ten minutes. Turbine Bay. Probably should leave now.” I nodded. I knew exactly what she wanted me to do. The Gogopo were a trading, nomadic race that came to Earth about twenty years ago. They’re normally very docile, and came only out of curiosity. After that, more alien races came to Earth to learn about us. They shared their knowledge and technology with us. Now, half of The human race was somewhere else in the universe, littering various planets. That half was replaced by various different alien races. Like the Gogopo.
    Turbine Bay was a very common port for trading in the Orion Arm of the Milky Way galaxy. It used to be called the Delaware Bay, but all the wind turbines caused locals to change the name, unofficially of course.
    Wind blew through my hair as I rode swiftly on the back of my carrier. I made it to the bay three minutes before the shipment arrived. The ‘dock,’ which was really a small building next to a landing pad, shone brightly in the early evening light. I parked my carrier outside of the building. Seeflo, the Anferi ex-general, lived there. He was in charge of processing shipments, and making sure no funny business happened. He was very good at keeping this port calm. Probably because people were scared of him; Who wouldn’t be, considering the slimy, fish like features of his species.
    “Evening, Luca.”
    “Seeflo.” I heard a bump, as Seeflo’s android 77-2_E, or, ‘Mel,’ ran into a cabinet. Papers flew off the top.
    “Mel, you idiot,” Seeflo sighed, picking up the scattered sheets of paper.
    “So,” I said awkwardly. “When’s the shipment getting here?” I hardly finished my sentence when I heard the sound of the cargo ship nearing the landing pad.

    This story takes place in 20 years.

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    The 'Divergent' series follows this story.

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    InuSoup earned the activity: Bob Ross: Remix 3 weeks ago

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    I really like the realism of this mural.

    By Young Jarus in Toronto, Canada.

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    "The Old Mill"

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    Ah, I loved watching Bob Ross' show on PBS when I was a kid. I ever did see this episode though. I love how positive he is in every episode.

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    I think that a lightsaber can be used to keep peace, but like with any weapon, if placed in the wrong hands, it can be used for disastrous things.
    As for the music, it absolutely can change the theme of the scene. In many fight scenes, the music is written to sound more ominous. While, if a scene is light hearted, often the music will be written to try and convey that feeling.

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    Hahaha, Mucusfilm… anyway, I thought that the 'Millennial Falcon' part at the end sounded like something someone today would name a ship. 🤣

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    My favourite Star Wars movie is A New Hope, because it's one of those 'origin story' movies, and I really like origin stories.

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    A better world tastes like – Fresh food, fruits like strawberries or peaches
    A better world feels like – Warm, clean blankets
    A better world looks like – No litter, smog free, and green; very green
    A better world smells like – Rain and freshly cut grass, and never gasoline
    A better world sounds like – Birds chirping, people laughing and having a good time

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    Barber Henry was upset. He had lost his overripe pears. He looked everywhere in his barber shop- under the chairs, in drawers, even in the bathroom!
    “Dear me, I needed those pears to feed the animals today!” He thought about where else he might be. He decided to ask people if they knew.
    “Hello Henry,” The lady next door said.
    “Hello, Yvonne. Have you seen my overripe pears?” Yvonne thought for a moment.
    “No, I’m afraid not! Why don’t you check with Mr. Grayson across the street?” Henry nodded.
    “Thank you Yvonne, I will do that!”
    But Mr. Grayson did not know where they were either.
    “Why don’t you check at the cathedral?”
    “Alright.” So he walked there. The cathedral was a long walk away, and by then, Henry was hungry.
    “Boy, I could eat those overripe pears myself if I could find them.”
    He finally made it to the cathedral.
    “Good afternoon, Henry!” The nun greeted him.
    “Afternoon, Sister Kate. Have you, by chance, seen my overripe pears?” Sister Kate shook her head.
    “No, I haven't even seen an overripe pear in over a year!” Henry hung his head. “Oh, but Henry, I did hear Father Pedersen telling Sister Eileen that he was going to eat some pears.”
    “Thank you, Sister Kate!”
    Henry rushed to find Father Pedersen and his pears. He looked all over. At the station, at the store, when he finally gave up and decided to go back to his barber shop.
    “Oh well, I can find some other pears.”
    To his surprise, Father Pedersen was in his shop, holding Henry’s overripe pears!
    “You lost these, and I thought I should give them back to you!”
    “Thank you, Father Pedersen!”
    The End.
    Yay, a kids' book!

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    “How could things get any worse?” Of course, by saying that, Pippa had jinxed the entire evening. Pippa Pennyworth was a normal girl, and believed in no fairy tales, or magic, or anything of the like. So, naturally, she didn’t believe that she had jinxed the evening.
    What had caused her to jinx the evening? Her mother had tripped and broken a vase.
    “How could things get any worse?” And that was how her whole evening had been jinxed. It did, in fact, get worse- a word, which, in this context, means that Pippa accidentally killed her chicken, let loose the pigs, and made a mess with the pumpkin bread.
    And, Pippa, being the mess she is, decided once more to say those cured words.
    “How could things get worse?” By now, lightning had struck the Pennyworth barn, caught it on fire, and burned it to the ground, just as those words came from her lips. The river flooded the east side of the town. A tree fell through the mayor’s office.
    Pippa’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Pennyworth, of course noticed all of their daughter’s doings.
    And they said to themselves, “Pippa is charming girl. She will be okay. After all that she caused, how could things get any worse?” And the oven caught on fire. The Pennyworths were proud. Their daughter had finally become like them. Their strange little family was perfect.
    “Pippa,” they said. “Pippa dearest, you cause problems by saying those words. Just like we!”
    Now Pippa is happy, and she believes in fairytales, and magic, and everything of the like.
    Her parents smiled.
    And that was how they knew the time was right.
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    InuSoup posted an update 1 month ago

    My icon was Nightwing Kitty, but now it’s the 8-bit character I created from one of the challenges. Because I like her sweater. Goodbye, Nightwing Kitty, you will always be in my heart.

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    When I left home, I never thought I’d have to be on the run. Guess the old folks were right. The world really is changing. My parents were right when they said it would have been safer at home. They could have protected me better than I am protecting myself. Course, it’s hard for anyone to feel safe in the current state of the world. More of us are popping up each week it seems. Each with a seemingly different whim. They seem to be getting more and more dangerous as well.
    What is a whim? A whim is what defines us. My people. A whim is both a power and a race. Whims are freaks. More scientifically, a whim, or, Preternatural Human, is a human with a mutation. A superhuman power. A whim. Where do I fall into this category? Well, I’ve got enhanced strength, reflexes, eyesight, et cetera. I guess you could say I’m like that Captain Whatshisface, you know, that American dude. But I was born this way. Yep, I’m pretty freakish to look at. Freakishly handsome… just kidding. I’ve never had a date in my life, and I’ve lived eighteen years. Of topic. Anyway, these whims that keep popping up… they’re not normal. Most whims are like normal humans, living ordinary, domestic lives. But these guys, no. These guys are coming from Percival. And they’re coming for me.
    Yeah, you’re probably thinking something like ‘what would anyone want with this rambling loser,’ or ‘jeez, this idiot’s full of himself.’ Well, as true as those insults might be, these guys do want me. More specifically, my power. Percival is evil. Percival brainwashes whims into becoming their personal army. How do I know? Because I escaped. And now they want to take me away again. But I can’t go back. The reason I left home and got captured in the first place… Well, my parents, who, keep in mind, are not whims, told me about this cousin. Never knew she existed! Apparently, we both got our whims from our great-grandmother. But they told me that this ‘cult’ if you will, Percival, had kidnapped her. So, I went after them, picture of my cousin in hand, and, naturally, got captured myself. Nice going Paul. Real nice.
    So, I go into their ‘facility’ or whatever. I find out that they’re brainwashing whims to fight and kill for them. Instantly, I wanna go home and hug my mom and cry, right? Man, I saw some messed up crap there. So, these guys at Percival start to experiment on me. You know, the normal stuff. Check my health, the power level of my whim, cut off my left arm and replace it with a high tech cyborg prosthetic to make me ‘stronger’, check for allergies, the usual. Yeah, my arm’s somewhere in their dumpster, but oh well, right? YOLO, or, whatever.
    I feel like that Shiro guy from the space show with the robot lions.
    So, my cousin, who I learn’s name is Hailey, is somewhere in this facility. By now, I’ve got almost no will to live, my arm’s hurting more everyday, and life’s just peachy! So I’m ready to give up, when a ‘doctor’ comes to take me to another procedure. I thought they were going to take my leg next. And who do I see on the other side of the window of the operation room? That’s right, Hailey. And since all of my senses are heightened, I can hear through the glass. The older male doctor, Doctor Kane is telling Hailey and the younger female doctor how they’re going to wipe my memory. I started to get angry. Then I hear the doctors call Hailey by a different name, Annabeth, and it clicked for me. She already had her memory wiped and reset. She was an intern. Learning to become one of their mindless, brain dead drones. But, why, if the other ‘patients’ had code names, why did she have a normal one? Because she was the strongest. She was their leader. And their intent for her, was to lead their mindless army. In a fit of rage, I roared. Roaring is not something I usually do. But I was so fed up with Percival. They needed to pay for their destruction. I ripped off the hot leather straps that bound me to the operation table. I grabbed the operator by the torso and slammed him on the ground. I yelled out to Hailey. Just as I saw a glimmer of remembrance in her eyes, Doctor Kane drew a gun from his coat. He glanced at me, then at her.
    “I’m sorry, but it seems that our time with you is through.” Then he shot her. And she fell.
    “Hailey! No!” I charged at the window and slammed against it as hard as I could. The wall shattered until there was no wall there. Then she was there, sitting upright, as if nothing had happened. Her shirt was bloodstained, and there was a hole in it where she had been shot, and a hole through the back. And, by the Lord’s mercy, she was alive. Her flesh was not wounded. The bullet was resting on the floor behind her. I smirked. Her whim was regeneration. She could heal herself.
    “Nice going, Hailey-pool.”
    “Hailey… pool?”
    “It’s… he’s… it’s a reference… nevermind.”
    And that’s the end of the story. Well, up to present time, anyway. Cause that just happened. And there are probably a whole lotta angry doctors in the next room.
    To be continued…
    (This is over 750 words. I hope that's okay!)

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    Just a character I came up with on the spot.

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    Explore the Upside Down.
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    I would not try this. I would feel scared and lost without my senses.

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    I didn't know that synthesizers looked like keyboards!

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    Pop rocks were(and still are) one of my favorite things ever.

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