Susan's not ready for the end of the world._Last 2_Atlas Takes a Breath_Solo Flight
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Susan's not ready for the end of the world.
‘Hello, Susan.’I groan under my breath. It’s Cathy. My head lowers, stretching the back of my neck and my shoulders shrink in. I grit my teeth, preparing for the worse.She bounces towards me with a wide smile, blonde, blue-eyed, and bubbly.Today Cathy’s hair is styled in an artfully designed messy bun. The oversized black waistcoat compliments her oyster silk shirt. Loose trousers are rolled up at the bottom. She is cool, edgy. The flat, silver-pink brogues, sans socks, finish her look.In comparison, I am drab and insignificant. Not that I care. I don’t. Honest.‘Ho,’ I say, I slip the file int...
Last 2
My skin felt like it was being charbroiled. Red and blistered, it baked under the morning sun despite the countless layers of cloth I'd draped over myself to protect myself. I'd looked a few miles back and reminded myself of a lobster. I continued hiking over the ravaged planet, the naked trees and the dry, cracked ground were constant reminders to keep going. I had to find shelter before I died out here. Stumbling, I cursed myself for not resting back at that cave I found about three hours ago. But I'd convinced myself I'd get farther if I just kept going and would be able to find shelter ...
Atlas Takes a Breath
i. There are stars in the sky. ii. You don’t always have to see something to know that it exists.Atlas of old knows this, for he carries the weight of the entire world and sky on his back. It’s a groaning weight; the human heart is a heavy burden to bear alone, and he has to carry billions upon billions of them. Alone.Sometimes, he catches glimpses of the sky above him, and sometimes, like right now, he can see the stars. Sometimes, it’s enough. iii.A different boy named Atlas, an Atlas of new beginnings and feet planted on the ground, knows this, too. The only difference is that he’s never se...
Solo Flight
So far as Jenna could remember, nobody had said, “You must be mad,” or “You’re joking!” – or at least, not to her face, when she had announced that she was going to take flying lessons and hoped to gain her private pilot’s license. But nor had anyone told her she was a natural and they weren’t remotely surprised and it was a wonder she hadn’t done it before. Her older sister Kaye had pointed out, in the way older sisters do, even when both sisters are in their fiwww.onedoor.ccfties, that Jenna had needed three attempts to pass her driving test (though she conceded that she was now a good driver) and that sh...