Colleagues_The Feathered Serpent_An uncertain Hero_Half of Forever
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Colleagues
My God she is being such a bitch.“So” Ryka said, "The man died and on the third day walked out of the tomb. Another zombie story is what this sounds li “It isn’t a zombie story! He was living. Zombies don’t live.” “They walk-“ “They’re dead!” Why couldn’t she understand? “They rot. It’s an evil spirit that animates them. He was alive, as you and me are.” “And he said this is my body and my blood, eat and drink it. You have to admit that is very strange.” “It’s symbolic,” George said through gritted teeth. “It is breawww.onedoor.ccd we eat and wine we drink. You know that. You just want to mess with...
The Feathered Serpent
Bryan turned his gaze toward old Mother Nature's night light. There had been a time when he believed that the moon landing was faked, when he believed that men had never even been past the stratosphere, but the only people who still held that belief were either too young to remember or too dumb to accept or both. He knew the truth, he was one of the fortunate, or unfortunate, few who were tasked with collecting the Q Program participants, but even if he wasn't, the program and it's purpose was no secret and never had been. Originally, names had been announced beforehand, on the news, social me...
An uncertain Hero
“From many pieces of earth do they make themselves strong” Grandma used to say. These words are imprinted inside my head in such a stirring way that I cannot get over it. Her stories still beat in my heart. Power, heroism, honor is what she used to start with. Well, these are just fake, heroes of my childhood; I’d laugh at it now. Those who build up my memories are just fictional. Few moments escaped and then came a beep from the smartphone which lay stationary beside me. My eyes dropped at it and I saw a text which I never expected in years. It was from a friend far wiser from me and far able...
Half of Forever
“Christ, One! What the hell were you thinking?” the voice came through the hud slightly distorted. Nothing had been right on the Doppel Station for days, maybe weeks. It was difficult to keep track of time in this lifestyle. There were no nights, no days, and essentially no schedule. Work needed done when it needed done and it didn’t matter if the men were tired or hungry or whatever other excuse they might concoct. One tried to focus his mind enough to remember when the issues had arisen. He knew it was during Twenty-Seven. Measuring events in that way made him feel lugubrious, but i...