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Man Down
Twilight was melting into a few twinkling stars when Aiden radioed the others for help. His stomach lurched at the stench of both human and creature carnage. If evil had a smell, that would be what it was like.Aiden' sinewy chest was bare, but the fire kept him warm. A few moments before, he’d ripped his shirt into three parts to bind his best bud's wounds the best he could. He wasn’t sure his friend would make it until help arrived.Several coyotes were staying in touch with their quavering howls and yips. He and Daniel had fought off five creepers by themselves before nightfall. Two were atta...
How the World Ends
Everyone who thought the world would end in fire was right. Red, gold, orange burned on the horizon everywhere in the beginning. From coast to coast, north to south, people wandered alonwww.onedoor.ccg abandoned and cracked highways littered with rusting cars and spoiling humans. Sometimes, if they were too close to the fires, the air would burn through their clothes, burning their flesh, and their blood would boil in their veins, liquifying them from the inside out. In the beginning, it was so hot that all lips were cracked and white with dead, atrophied skin that would flake and rub with a simple attempt ...
DID YOU MAKE IT TO THE MILKY WAY
DID YOU MAKE IT TO THE MILKY WAY?TIERRA:Why did I allow Halley to convince me to meet this guy? Now, I’m stuck here outside the Galaxy Bar on a Friday night – freezing my butt off. A few days ago, my friend, Halley Tolymie – a science teacher from the Newton High School – asked me if I’d like to go on a blind date. Naturally, I declined – after all, set-ups like that never work out! However, when she casually added that the thirty-one-year-old guy was “tall, gorgeous and incredibly interesting,” I asked her where he worked.“I believe he said he’s an astrophysicist at the Space Science Institut...
To Decide
My heart thumped heavily with anxiety, as I waited and listened. Rolling for the umpteenth time on my bed, I glanced at the time in the alarm device; 2:17 am. If I hadn't known my father well, I'd have thought him completely rid of sleep. But I knew more, all the same. Daybreak, mom wakes me up to clear off the flask of cold coffee with the mugs.. But that has been the everyday routine, even before dad took on this one project. The Ultimate Project, he had called it. One that could change our family's status forever. Though the machine had been completed some weeks ago, dad was paranoid. "The ...