One Thousand Miles Per Hour_Planet of the Tapir_Save Me, I'm Famous!_Encountering Destiny
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One Thousand Miles Per Hour
I am someone who is always very careful. Since the day I was born nothing I had ever done wasn't methodically thought out or done without the utmost extreme caution. So the day I was selected to go to the moon I had failed. Or something was very wrong. Let me go back and explain. Since the last moon launch in 1972, the people decided that they no longer saw the point in continuing to take these trips to the moon, so they refused to pay for any funding. About twenty years later a government association was hell-bent on the idea that it was detrimental to keep exploring the big rock so they cam...
Planet of the Tapir
"Tell us a story, grandma," they begged me. I was sipping a lemonade that was just tart enough to make me pucker, and the way the littlest one hopped up on to my lap made me break into a smile almost as wide as the endless blue sky above us. It was a summer day, and we had the time. I only learned late in life that the very young and the very old truly understand value of time spent together. The others rush from project to project, too busy to engage in leisure, which is really the only reason that I can think of that we were put on this earth in the first place. Anyway, I was neve...
Save Me, I'm Famous!
Yes, I know, I’m famous. I am a Hollywood celebrity. To be more precise, I have the leading role in a successful TV series, aired in the entire solar system. As you well know, I obtained celebrity status right from the start of my acting career, because, and this is the truth, I am a good-looking man: blue eyes like early spring’s sky, sensual lips like a juicy strawberry and an athletic body much like Adonis. Plus, I’m modest. However, aftwww.onedoor.ccer the 4D Home Cinema technique developed, my life became a living nightmare. I don’t even want to picture what goes on with my hologram, in the bedrooms of...
Encountering Destiny
She had lost her family. Her father and mother. Her baby sister. It didn’t happen all at once. Each of them fell away from her, one at a time, flying far beyond her reach. She could not call them back. She had tried. Her sister was a small baby. She could still remember the feel of the infant in her arms. Seeing that she was there, but if she lost sight of her, the nearly nonexistent weight of the child fooled her mind to the notion that she was merely holding air. Simply a wisp of a being. Hardly there at all. That same night, the evening of her sweet little angel’s birth, that was the same ...