Everything is Fine_Tally ho_We Stand Together_The Spring Zone
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Everything is Fine
I dump my empty breakfast bowl in the sink of my tiny one-room flat and grab a bottle of filtered water from the fridge. “Hey Artelli, check air quality levels.”The speaker beside my TV lights up, and an airy, synthetic voice fills the flat. “The air quality in London today is four hundred and thirty-seven. Conditions today are hazardous, with high levels of nitrogen dioxide. Staying indoors is advised. PPE should be worn when heading outdoors.” “Thanks, Artelli.” I grab my mask off the hook by the door and I’m hit with the smell of rubber as the seal closes around the lower half of my face. I...
Tally ho
Eben huffed as he pulled on the weathered rope. After four years it still hadn’t split, thank heavens, but it did lose the cracked strays that used to give him splinters. He kept pulling and pulling until he made it to the far side of what he dubbed the kitchen, as it was where he received his food for the week and other supplies. It wasn’t typically this heavy though, so he was hopeful. With a final tug, he gained enough slack to tie the rope to a pulley system he designed during his second year. The crank squeaked and squealed, but it held strong, just like everything else in his home; just...
We Stand Together
I awoke to my head throbbing. I groaned, rubbing my eyes and then opening them. I was in a bright white room, with seemingly no doors or windows. But there had to be an opening of some kind, or else it would be impossible for me to be here. I figured it must be hidden. I pushed myself to my feet and winced. My muscles were very stiff and sore, as if I had gotten into a fight. I walked slowly over to one wall, and ran my hand over it, feeling for the tiniest of cracks. I began walking, moving my hand up and down over the wall. Nothing. I sat down, defeated, and tried to remember how I had gott...
The Spring Zone
668“Next,” the woman behind the counter uttered unenthusiastically. I stood up, number in hand, and made my way to the metal desk at the front of the room. “Number, please,” the woman demanded, as I approached.I handed her the ticket with the number 668 printed on the front, and waited as she gave me the next set of instructions. She told me to look forward and smiwww.onedoor.ccle in front of the white linen backdrop to the right of her desk. I rearranged my position and stared forward. Even though the sides of my mouth curled upward, my eyes were cold and unexpressive. It was obvious my smile was forced, b...