Mission on Mars_The Not So Sweet Halloween Party_The Item_The doors between mind and eye
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Mission on Mars
"Stick to the plan? Are you insane?" I scream over all the shooting and bombs going off in the background."No, I'm not. Stay right where you are and shoot when I tell you." Jerry said, back at headquarters. At least, that's what I think he said. This darn walkie-talkie is so old my grandfather's great uncle could have played with it as a kid. But, it's the only way we could communicate without the robots hearing our conversations. Our technicians put some kind of special wiring on it so only we would be able to hear it. I had it strapped to my shoulder so it wouldn't get lost in all the chaos....
The Not So Sweet Halloween Party
It is October 20. That means there are 11 more days until Sarah’s favorite Holiday, Halloween. She loves it so much in fact that she has gotten into arguments when her friends debate whether Halloween should be considered a holiday. To her, it is the grandest time of year when all of the spooks are set to haunt people’s nightmares, and when you can literally be anything you want to be. Freedom of expression is probably Sarah’s favorite thing about Halloween. She has always been the type of person who does not follow the crowds and does not invest in any sort of trendsetting, no matter how many...
The Item
It began in the dog days. A blistering noon sun scorched the earth as he struggled with his pack, unwieldy and burdensome. Though painstaking, it was necessary to protect the item lionized by his peers, experts in their fields. The journey was long and formidable, but he was vehement he must return it to its rightful place; it would be a noble action, it would be just. He had discovered the item underneath a long-forsaken pile of ancient and discarded manuscripts and devices. How it went unnoticed for so many eons confused and wounded him, but on this he did not dwell. The item mustbe returne...
The doors between mind and eye
Isaac stood in front of the two doors, and thought it was ironic how they were both colored the same lame brown of wood.Ironic, because the Matrix was his favorite movie; because he realized, very clearly, that this was his red pill blue pill moment. Hell, even the man, the manifestation of his very subconscious was a bald, light skinned man wearing a long black leather jacket and round shades with no temples. He wondered how they stuck to the man's face, but figured that wasn't the most important question at the moment.The man called himself Murphy, as if Isaac's mind respected the real world...