An Irish Goodbye_Just A Touch of Luck_The view from up here_Through a Great Distance
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An Irish Goodbye
The 6:00 am alarm rings. Its ringing clangs against my skull and makes my brain hurt. Why does it sound so loud? I throw my pillow over my head to drown it out. The alarm continues. I sit up now very annoyed by this rude awakening."Mom!" I yell, not caring if I wake up my younger siblings. There is no response and the alarm continues. What the heck was going on? "Is this some kind of joke?" The ringing became to take on an eerie feeling. The sounds seemed hollow and echoed off the walls of the house. The walk to my mother's room seemed very long. I tentatively round the corner. "Mom...?"Her be...
Just A Touch of Luck
“Dude, it’s post lunch time and we’re still stuck out in the Void. Didn’t you promise I’d get to eat some of that frosty cake??!”“Shut up,” Calci grumbles as he continues tinkering with the dermometric tank in front of him.Flix doesn’t, perturbed that the one time of year he can have actual sweet food, he’s stuck on maintenance duty with the most stubborn mechanic of the garrison. He’s so busy complaining about his loss, neither company notices the floating anchor falling behind. Said anchor is supposed to keep their scaffold-shuttle in place. Said anchor is supposed to feed electricity into t...
The view from up here
www.onedoor.ccThe view from up here. They are solemn. Peaceful. Obtrusively gentle. They are a finger tracing the runes of her spine. They are the hills climbing upon her back. A heart swelling over the edges like dough in the oven. A pair of light blue eyes. The narrow slits forming. The wide moon uncovered amongst grey skies. A girl with a red scarf boarding the train. Searching for something she hasn’t yet discovered. Looking through the fogged glass for self-reflection, blank eyes stare back. They release no messages yet. An upsurge of salt weakening against the sand. Fingers grazing towards the shore. ...
Through a Great Distance
Through a Great Distance “Andrew, God, I can actually hear your sulking,” Becky said across the hull to the large man sitting with his head hanging and his back facing her. “It’s like I have the endangered, sniveling vagina bug crawling in my ear, right now.” “I am not sulking!” Andrew informed her angrily as he lifted his head and stared ferociously at the corner. “As a matter of fact, I was just now having a soliloquyial discussion on the selfish disregard of ingratitude and how Princesses only crap on other people’s property!” He screamed at her from his walled in positio...