The Red Button_The Last Dance_Never Over the Moon_Pine Box
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The Red Button
“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep…” The childish voice drifts towards me through the still air, sending a shiver down my spine. I spot the source a few rows over, a family knelt together in prayer next to a child-sized pod, their young daughter reciting the words from memory as she presumably would on any given night before climbing into bed. But this isn’t just any night, is it? And that’s certainly not her normal bed.“If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.” The pyjama-clad girl finishes her prayer, kisses her baby brother on the forehead, a...
The Last Dance
Walter shuffled around the garage looking for a tool he'd last seen ten years ago, but he swore and grumbled that he knew it just had to be there. He hasn’t moved it, it must’ve been that darn young kid who came around when he was tinkering , wanting to help him. He needed that tool to get the car running so he could go to the thing tomorrow. Ah, yes, the thing. His 45th high school reunion. He winced just thinking about going out with all those old creaky folks dressed up in their vintage clothing and trying to dance like Travolta and Jagger! What asses!For years, going to a high school reuni...
Never Over the Moon
The ground rumbled. A plume of moon dust rose in the distance near where Samantha was collecting samples. Ed dropped his instrumentation and headed toward the west ridge of the Sea of Serenity crater. He opened his comm to alert ground control.“Sam—Lieutenant Harris, check-in. Do you copy?”“Captain Seran, this is ground, we are showing sharp spikes in Harris’ vitals. She’s not responding. What’s going on up there?”“Samantha Harris, check-in. Do you copy?” Captain Ed Seran continued toward her last location.“Ground this is Seran. Harris was collecting rock samples on the west Serenity Ridge jus...
Pine Box
A coffin is shaped, and has a removable lid, but a casket is rectangular, and has a hinged lid. They are both quite similar, at least in function, but I had been taught the difference by my parents and their ceaseless planning for the future. A casket and a coffin are not the same. Often the two have been mistaken for eacwww.onedoor.cch other, especially by people who have never attended a funeral. I was never wholly enthusiastic about my first one. The road was full of potholes that filled with water when it rained. When the wind was still, they looked like holes ripped through our world that peeked into...