Pulp stories from the hazardous millennium!
ϰFortunes
Submission for the Newgrounds writer's jam. Theme: Skin
Erne's Voyage
Northeastern Rim, United System of America Year 374 A.E.
Dolorous Otiosities
The sterile darkness stares at Zircon through the open door. It slowly embraces him until he's fully engulfed in it. He shrithe aimlessly until he feels the brush of microfiber on his hand. The coarse material signals a familiar destination to him: his chair. Zircon drops his body on the chair. The plywood cries in sync with his defeated sigh. Its cries quickly overpower his sigh the deeper he sinks into its grasp.
Fourth Place (1)
Much isn't known about dreams. Only that they feel real when you're in them. When a group of five teenagers slumber their way in an abandoned mall that only exists in dreams. A place where endless fun can exist without the boring constraints of reality, but some places shouldn’t be explored, dream or not. And in the empty food court, something is waiting for its alarm to wake up.
Rendering Point: In a Pumpkin's gaze (1)
The eyes of a tremendous jack-o'-lantern, craved like a flame crest, watch over the people of Pak Falls. Some dance around to the pulsing, psychedelic music blaring throughout the town square. Others sit in the front row, watching people compete in a candy corn eating contest. Witches, superheroes, and monsters cheer on the contestants as they shovel spoonfuls of candy corn stew into their mouths.
Rendering Point
Pilot