Prayer in the Dirt_Project 86-DEEVIS Terraforming_The Old Dog And The New Dog_Mommy Dear It's Me
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Prayer in the Dirt
“Are you there God? It’s me, Jaxon.”The man was just a kid. To me, at least. To everyone else he would be about nineteen. He had never grown up. Not really. He pressed his dull green eyes shut, little fleshy dams for tears and months of stress. He was dirty. The fatigue of constant fighting evident in the deep rivets, cuts, and bruises that www.onedoor.cccriss-crossed his face. They were a part of him now. Even if he ever left the trenches the scars would remain, inside and out, as natural as his freckles. The mud had become the baptismal pool of the trenches. Our Bibles, well, they were bulletproof vests ...
Project 86-DEEVIS Terraforming
“Please, don’t do it. Please don’t shut down my life support system, I can fix it, I know I can, I just need more time and you not to think you know the right answer since your computer brain said so. Percentages and statistics can lie and if you would just listen to me, I can show you.” Rex typed furiously at the keyboard trying to bypass the computer’s artificial inference and circumvent its predictive modeling. His life and the success of the GLG-22 Terraforming Experiment on planet 86-DEEVIS depended on it. The siren belched in the background, causing Rex to jump, momentarily lose focus a...
The Old Dog And The New Dog
1、 Confrontation The mere thought of going to an unknown territory excited the new dog to such an extend that his tail wagged as fast as the hand of a grandma with a folded newspaper on a hot summer afternoon of New Delhi when power's shut. His ears straightened like grandma's body on bed when power is finally back. Down the stairs and they were about to head outside, but the new dog stumbled to a door with a funny smell. The smell of an older dog! This made the new dog's tail wag faster than grandma's hand on the hottest day. But, his human companion pulled the leech to signal that he needs t...
Mommy Dear It's Me
Content Warning: {Themes of abuse, murder and suicide}The shrouded sun cut like a razor through the broken canopy of maple limbs and gnarled oak branches, splashing across the faded and weathered white sheet metal of an old camping trailer whose skin was riddled with rusty screw heads. The light drizzle of rain had given it a sheen, reflecting the fading light back to the trees. As drips trickled down to the leaves on the musky woodland ground, a sudden yellow flash illuminated the aluminum frame of the window from inside the camper.Jackson leaned back in his seat, and with his index finger, c...