Triumph_Perrito_The Understanding_A Dream Inside A Dream
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Triumph
The stars outside Arecibo Station disappeared behind another arriving freighter: the Coral Sea. Kiffen’s here, Carlina thought, gazing out the tiny porthole on the rimward side of the station’s lower tower. She rolled her eyes, already anticipating his boastful swagger after the job he and his crew pulled at the Pices outpost. Turning back to her datapad, she pulled up the statistics again and shook her head. The last time someone had made off with that many quid worth of artifacts to auction off, the whole crew retired to their own luxury villa on a tropical core world. Of course, that i...
Perrito
Hey! The name is Perrito. It’s Spanish for “Little Dog” which is a pretty dumb name when you live in a Spanish speaking country. But some lady gave it to me when she was traveling and I guess it stuck. In her head. My name is really Hector, but don’t tell her that. She seems really into the whole “Perrito” thing and we’ll get into this in a minute, but I want this lady to be happy. I don’t think she is.She met me during a vacation and she hasn’t stopped thinking about me ever since. I was out, making my rounds in a little resort with a nice trail to a lookout point. I saw her coming and she lo...
The Understanding
Specification of sensitive content (not part of the story): Language (i.e. shit, shitscared, piss)Of course we have an understanding. Same as it ever was. I go outside. That’s it. Simple. I’m a cat dammit. I don’t need you or any other human to watch me piss or bag my shit. Now, when you’re cleaning out my litter box I’ll def watch you — yeah, work that scooper. And then there’s the food, I don’t need you to feed me — I’m a cat dammit, cousin of the king of the jungle. When I’m outside I can grab a rat, a bug, whatever I want — but of course, I’ll let you. Because I’m a cat. It’s all part of t...
A Dream Inside A Dream
What happened? Why does it look like downtown Indianapolis has been abandoned for decades? www.onedoor.ccThere isn’t a life form to be found, no birds, no sound of a coming train. Nothing but dead silence. All the buildings and skyscrapers are in some level of decay. Spoilage and deterioration have found their home in places I once ventured through. Here I stand looking out over the horizon. If depression had a color, that is what the color of the sky is, a very bleak gray. There it hangs above the decaying landscape. In disbelief, I look around my immediate surroundings. There isn’t a single blade of gras...