Normal Expenses_Come In Number Seven, Your Time Is Up!_The Fallen Star_Sci-Fine Summer
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Normal Expenses
“Take a vacation Jack.” said Wynn. Jack blinked. “Oh, I’d love to!” he said. “Are you sure you can handle things without me?” he asked. Wynn looked up at him. He stammered. “Not that you can’t, but, I thought this would be an all hands situation.” Wynn shrugged. “The data guys don’t think there’s a pattern. Just random violence.” Wynn glanced at their desktop and rolled overwww.onedoor.cc to it. “Not connected to us, anyway.” they said. They didn’t make eye contact with Jack. “But how can that be?” asked Jack, leaning in his chair, straining to draw Wynn’s gaze. Wynn glanced at him, then back to the monitor...
Come In Number Seven, Your Time Is Up!
The cries of gulls circling overhead punctuated the sound of the gently rolling waves. A fresh summer breeze stroked Galen’s face as he lay in the sun’s radiant warmth. With his eyes closed, he reached out with his left arm and was met with the warm body of his best friend and wife, Elena. The laughter of his two children, Jonathan and Jacqueline, splashing and playing together in the lapping waters added to the aural tapestry. Galen inhaled the salty sea air and took a moment to reflect: though perhaps not quite the life he had imagined as a child, he knew that he wouldn’t change a thing - th...
The Fallen Star
I caressed my cheek to wipe the fall. The glistening drops of tears fall like a cascade in an enchanted forest. It looks painfully beautiful. I looked up preferably, dreaming to witness the alluring beauty of the atmosphere.The sky is so tragically glamorous. The somber lacquer of the sky with its gleaming light would fascinate everyone’s mind aesthetically, but no matter how bewitching it is, it still is the gravestone of the stars. The pastel shades coated in the sky with glistening diamonds would enchant humans but it brought throb in my heart. The wind was whisking as it whispered a mournf...
Sci-Fine Summer
CW: Pseudoscience, fiction and speculation.DISCLAIMER: This piece is entirely a product of the author’s imagination and should not be used as a basis for any scientific forum.I sat reclining into the comfy back of an old deck chair, watching the golden glamor of sunset in the far horizon. Water rippled and shimmered in the sting of fading twilight light. My weary eyes skied up the optical illusion of a massive ascent of the ocean up to where it exchanged kisses with the heavens. Helios, the god of the sky, was riding at the back of his fiery chariot, returning to his fortress after blessing th...