Aurie's Last Night_What Lies Behind the Stars_Different Today_The World of Red and Blue
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Aurie's Last Night
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Aurie’s fingerless gloves exposed bright red, completely numb digits that could barely hold the speaker box she had just unloaded from the beat-up van. Her bandmates weren’t quite as affected by the piercing cold wind blowing in from the harbor. Of course, it didn’t help that Aurie’s stomach was empty. She’d been rationing her limited food supply for over a week, waiting desperately for tonight’s gig (and subsequent payout) so she could replenish her nonexistent pantry. A full belly would have warmed her insides as she hauled t...
What Lies Behind the Stars
Later, in years when the caravans came less frequently, and the last of the springs had dried to dust, men would still sit at the scuffed tables of the Lucky Prospector. Every Tuesday and Friday night, some unseen force would draw them out, to drink and sigh and tell stories to those who would listen, of the old days and the better days and even those days that no one could properly remember: legends as old as the sunset, and just as far away.Papa had always been a wonderful storyteller. Part of the reason why this was, was because he shared an essential trait with the old pioneers, who ped in...
Different Today
She's different today, my human. She shed her fur. Yesterday it was blonde and it flowed down her back like water from a fire hydrant and it smelled like strawberries when I nuzzled it. Today it's gone. I shed mine too sometimes, like when the weather gets too hot outside, or when I've gone too many days without being walked. Sometimes it just happens on its own. Maybe that's true for her too, my human. Maybe she woke up today and her fur spilled out over her pillow and left her with the too-short table scraps she has now. Maybe it just happened.She's different today, my human. She's wearing n...
The World of Red and Blue
The sky is blwww.onedoor.ccue. The sky is always blue, the ground is always red. Red ground and blue sky stretching to that never ending horizon. That was the world I had always known. The only world I probably ever would know. The old world they say was different, the old world of green. Of blue. Of all the colours, but mainly the world of green. That world of stories and pictures from long ago. That world that died so long ago. The world that gave way to this one of red and blue. Of pitiless skies and shifting sands and cracking Earth. Of a land that humanity had long ago failed and was now unforgiving of...