The Champions: backstories. (SIA)_Bright Futures at Sea_Tick_A Snapshot of our Love
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The Champions: backstories. (SIA)
Day 1“Hi.”Sia’s eyes snapped open.She was sitting on the stone ground, legs akimbo. Her wrists stung painfully, like they’d been touched to embers. Her arms were tired, sore, and her body was covered in little pains. Sia tried to move her arms, but couldn’t. Some kind of hot shackles were clamped around her wrists, raising her arms above her(aching)head.“Who...are you?” she asked the blurry figure in front of her.“Oh, yeah. Me. Consider me the only one who cares.”The blurry figure became a short, skinny blond girl with hair in a ponytail. She was dressed in black leather like the others, and h...
Bright Futures at Sea
Bright Futures at Sea.Under the cover of night, Andrea Houghman finally finished her nightly ocean swim. As she arose from the Lush Island sea she reminded herself that this was not just any night. It was her late mother's birthday, and on the beach and in the sea were some of her fondest memories of time spent with her mother. As she did every year since her return to Lush Island, she took a late night swim to honor her mother. Swimming was her mother's favorite pastime, so living in an oceanfront home must have been a dream come true. Glad that she could swim, it was not a surprise. Dr. Jam...
Tick
Tick. “Hey, man. We were worried about you but the doc says you’re doing great. You’re real lucky, www.onedoor.ccyou know that? Just waiting on you to wake up now. After that it shouldn’t be long. You can go home the day after.”Tick. “Come on, buddy. Three days, really? It’s okay. Third time’s the charm, I know.”Tick. “Come on, Tryst. It’s been a week and there’s been no change. You’re not getting worse, but you’re not getting better either. You’re starting to freak us out a little bit.”Tick. “It’s been a month. We’ve all came to see you, the whole team. We’re on this big case now, it’d be a hell of a lot e...
A Snapshot of our Love
Snapshots of our Love They were sitting contentedly, watching the last of the day disappear; dusk seemed to be coming earlier these days, so winter must be on its way. They did not mind the cooler months, more comfortable to sit outside on their patio, enjoying their garden. They bought their “retirement” house about ten years ago. This was to be the last move, as they lived a gypsy lifestyle for many years. This time, they were putting down roots, planting trees, planning never to leave. The little bushes planted ten years ago were now very much larger shrubs, the mulberry tree ten foot tall...