A Dream of Stone_Tropical Dungeon_Automation_Starship 9
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A Dream of Stone
My nose itches. It has itched for about a decade now I would guess, though I'm not entirely sure. There is no date here. The itching comes in fits and spurts. Sometimes it is barely more than a slight tickle, sometimes it is an agony of prickling and the only thought screaming through my mind is scratchscratchscratch in one long litany, the syllables blurring into one another until it no longer makes a cohesive word but is just a song of constant consonants streaming through my mind and I think I am going insane.Of course, I can’t scratch it. I can’t even twitch a solitary finger in the direct...
Tropical Dungeon
trop-ic-al: adj. hot and humid; torrid.I wake up. The distant cawing of the birds reminds me of my existence on these lands. This land. It's been a while since I've seen a blue sky, or a thick forest, or even a sandy white beach. Lately, I've begun to wonder whether the books are lying. Whether the pictures are lying. Whether my memory is lying.The sky is black. Not blue, not grey, not littered with clouds, and never lit up with lightning. Black. Black, like the birds which caw in the trees each morning. Black, like the color of the panther which resides on the very edge of the cliff each morn...
Automation
Pop! Today was a Friday at the Fitzgerlad's house. Movie night. Every Friday we would take turns choosing a movie, and this Friday it was Jenna's turn. Jenna, my little sister, is a 7-year-old girl and is obsessed with shows such as "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic", and "Dora". Everytime her twww.onedoor.ccurn comes, she insists on watching the same exact show. Lucky me. We were getting ready to start the movie. Ma was popping popcorn in the microwave cubical device while Pa was setting up the intergalactic disk on the screen. We all huddled together on the large electronic folding sofa, ready to begi...
Starship 9
"We interrupt this program to deliver breaking news." The TV announced. My mom, who was humming while cleaning the kitchen, had her eyes glued on the screen. She was breathless at the images broadcasted. My dad, who was watching his game, went from frustration to..."Are you seeing this?" he turned to me. I looked at him with my mouth agape. I could see it in his eyes. Out of all the things that could've happened on a regular day, this was the last thing he expected. The news reporter continued sharing the event. I called my sister. She picked up the phone."Are you seeing this, dude?" I took my...