When the Eyes of the World Close_The Moon Demands Blood_Spare Hearts_Familiarity is a Dangerous Thin
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When the Eyes of the World Close
It was as quiet as anything she had ever heard. Her ears strained to grasp at anything in the zero gravity air. The USS-Nirvana's engines had always been humming along beside her, always keeping her company. But now, nothing.She floated in the darkness of the spaceship. The only light that appeared, appeared as beam below her. The beam of light casted through the window of the emergency door. Speckles of dust danced alone in the glow of the window. The moon lay infront of her and the ship, big and dead. She didn't know how she was going to land. She didn't know how she'd reach Houston. Could s...
The Moon Demands Blood
The moon demands blood. Or so the clerics said. Colonel Moritz repeated my flight instructions as I was strapped into the cockpit. His attendants completed a pre-flight inspection, before slipping the helmet over my head and, with a sharp hiss, I was isolated from the Earth’s atmosphere. I had a sudden thought that I may never breathe it again. I trembled in my seat as the Colonel finished and shook my hand. I realized I hadn’t been listening to anything he had been saying. The flight crew left, the reflective antimicrobial surface of their suits glinting in the morning light. The cockpit door...
Spare Hearts
You wake up and the world is gone.Instead, there are hills of scrap and a smog-choked sky and a face staring down at you.“Aaahhh!” goes the face. Whump! goes the body it’s attached to when it teeters backwards and lands among rusted slivers of things that were once whole. You are pleased to discover your audio detection systems are still functional.You appear to be on one of the numerous scrap hills adorning the land as far as your optical units can see. In fact, you are embedded in a slope, and there is all manner of dust and debris clogging your inner workings. A young female has come this f...
Familiarity is a Dangerous Thing
Tears cloud your vision as the sound of the rocket’s engines fill your ears, and the knowledge that this would have happened eventually does nothing www.onedoor.ccto soothe you.Your name had been drawn three months ago, and though you had hidden well, they had found you, as they always do with the runners. You go over the mistakes you made in order to distract yourself from an itch that you cannot scratch.They had started paralyzing passengers ten years ago. The company line was that it made for a safer journey for the passenger, but as the rocket takes off, and the loose debris hits your still form, your ...