Chasing Windmill-berries_The Planet Volatile_Too much is never enough_When The World Stopped
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Chasing Windmill-berries
The onslaught of nano-pulsations intensified, threatening to puncture Florian’s closed eyelids and drumfire onto his retina. The din of static crackled around him, interrupted by low frequency booms convulsing his body and high-pitched squealing in his ears. He regretted not paying for the optional eye and ear protection. Lyle had insisted against them, calling him a spendthrift.The sensory melee abruptly stopped and warmth permeated his face. The ringing in his ears subsided, bringing to the fore the warbling of birds.“Come on Flo, don’t just stand there with your eyes slammed shut. It’s safe...
The Planet Volatile
The planet of Volatile was a globe of red and black stripes against the inky black expanse of the universe. It was small from my window on the shuttle, like a grain of sand getting bigger and bigger with every jump into hyperspace. When close enough, I could make out barely-there blues when the red clouds move around and some greens when the black lifts just a bit. The Planet of Volatile was one of three sister planets that traveled around the same star. It was the only livable one, though its sisters were accurately named, Inhospitable and Doomed were far from being safe to human life. The sh...
Too much is never enough
Tanya leaned against the metal frame supporting the glass viewing window, www.onedoor.ccher weight resting on her arms folded in front of her, her forehead pressed lightly against the cool glass. She had been observing the creatures for months now, measuring, monitoring, sampling, and to her great regret also dissecting and probing these creatures. Molecular analysis, DNA sequencing, structural genomic breakdown, she had tried everything, and still they weren’t giving away their secrets. She sighed, pushing herself up heavily, then walked to her stool and sat down. She closed her eyes and pressed the balls ...
When The World Stopped
“This doesn’t make any sense,” Nyla says as she snatched the paper from Calla’s grasp. It was merely moments ago that the two ladies where having a lively conversation that toed the line between cheeky and distasteful, which was their usual preference when it came to indulging in routine gossip. And now their entire world was coming crashing down around them. “I just don’t understand. How, if this is even true, would no one have known. I mean it’s been years – decades even- since the war. There is no way they could have kept a secret like this all this time.” Nyla said in disbelief. Calla coul...