Street Creatures_The Great Crater_Xartha Station_A Mile In Someone's Shoes
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Street Creatures
Street creatures. You know it’s not the best way. You never should have left the people walk-way. Now you’re no closer to home and light is beginning to fade out of honeycomb colored sky. Not just blue anymore, more likely a dirty through to flint grey, or shades of dull brown blending www.onedoor.ccinto shadowed gold when late afternoon sunlight almost breaks through festered warned air. Now you must get to the station. Wait here for a while in this shelter to catch your breath, harder now to fight through thickness. You need to make ready because you can feel night approaching. First arrivals are dogs, ...
The Great Crater
“Mom, I’m ready to go, come down now!” – shouted Ezra, packing her brand-new GP100S gamma filter goggles into her daypack. It was her 60th birthday in Gunail years or 10th in Earth time. The goggles were a present from her father – a serving admiral of the Gunailian space observers, currently on a mission patrolling the GF7643 galaxy. Ezra dreamt about these goggles since she was 40, and today the present was just perfect. She needed them to visit the Great Crater on the 6th Moon and see the famous gamma-glow with her own light sensors. Ezra’s mom Davan came downstairs dressed in the new Tanta...
Xartha Station
The train station at Xartha has always been my favourite place to spend a Sunday afternoon. Every few minutes, a new onslaught of tourists would pile into the station, creating a cacophonous racquet that filled the air. Today I was in my usual hiding place, amongst the pigeons in the rafters, where I was quietly watching the never-ending circus that had come to experience one of the most popular destinations in the galaxy, Xartopia. ‘Stay close!’ ‘Mind your feet! ‘Watch out!’ came the cries of concerned parents, as their young pointed, squirmed, and jumped to reach the entrance to Xartopia, E...
A Mile In Someone's Shoes
*This story includes strong language, and includes themes of panic and being trapped*“Are you ready? We have everything set for the procedure.”I looked down at the pamphlet in my hands, then back up at the nurse. “Sure, just give me a few minutes to pump myself up.”She flashed me a clinical smile. “That’s fine. I know it’s an intimidating decision, and the ECT program isn’t for everyone. You take your time, and be sure it’s what you want.” The nurse bustled out the door and down the hall, her non-skid shoes squeaking as she walked. Left in the sterile white room alone, I looked back down at my...