Moonage Waking_A tale of two doors_Bait and Switch_Ditraxi
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Moonage Waking
Charlotte closed her eyes and she was weightless again. Her hands and feet and face all felt some cool, cruel, weightlessness. Stars flashed and blinked and stared at her. If she opened her eyes, she would know how totally and completely alone she was. Best to keep them closed. Waking up was always hard for her. So was sleeping. Dreams would envelope her in their half twisted realities and make her part of everything everywhere until she knew nearly nothing at all. Once she dreamed she was the smallest grain of sand clung to a surfboard. The rider felt such joy and for that she was happy. If s...
A tale of two doors
They call him boss, 'cus that's what he is. The boss. Five years ago the meteors fell and brought with the the alien microbes which would bring society to it's knees. Humanity is already dead and gone, us survivors are just it's final swan song. That's what I am, a survivor. I fancy myself a pretty good one to. They call me Roach on account of the fact that I'm apparently very hard to kill. Sure I'm a little worse for wear. I lost my left hand to a zombie bite and one ear to a bullet which is still stuck in my skull if doc is to be believed. My scraggly beard is cut short and messy by my own h...
Bait and Switch
“Wake up, Aniya.” My eyelids flutter open to see my mother sitting on the edge of my bed, gently shaking me awake. “What time is it?” I say groggily. “You have two hours until the ceremony.” “Thanks, Mom.” Her eyes are puffy and red, like she’d been crying before she came to wake me up. I know this day is always hard for her, having lost her sister and husband to the rocket. I don’t think she could bare to lose me too. I give her a long hug, hoping to reassure her with my touch. After the embrace, I hurry off to get ready. We call it the Maotna Polos, meaning ‘The Death of an Innocent’ My fat...
Ditraxi
I don't usually mind these long trips but for some reason I'm feeling uneasy about this one... "Lexia!" my mothwww.onedoor.ccer calls. I sigh and walk down the cold metal steps leading from my bedroom to the bottom deck. "Lexia!" She calls again, I cringe at the high pitch sound of it. "I'm right here mom." "Oh. Well, you need to get back down into the cockpit and take over for your father." Yikes... I hate sitting in the cockpit, seriously, it's probably the most stressful thing I've ever had to do. "Of course." I reply. My mother smiles at me, the change in expression casting odd shadows on her pale...