No Time Like The Past_Crescent Twins_Soleil_They Got Your Nose Wrong
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No Time Like The Past
Walter Kory, an amateur astronomer, and full-time physics studewww.onedoor.ccnt had been enthralled by the topic of Quantum Physics in his class at the university. His teacher, Professor Theodore Gelding was a brilliant scientist and had taken his prize pupil, Walter, under his wing. They had been doing scientific experiments outside of school hours at the observatory on Stargazer Hill Drive. Professor Gelding believed that using the theory of quantum physics, they could prove that wormholes could exist.He believed that these wormholes could allow inpiduals to travel beyond physical space and across the un...
Crescent Twins
Haaaaa… A clouded mist curled out of my breath and stood afloat just a disconcerting moment. It swirled and caved on itself again and again, falling and rising as though possessed by the fragment of an ancient restless dragon’s desire to protect its trove. It spiraled upwards and upwards slowly dissipating one gasp at a time.My core spazzed and buckled, forcing itself to stop trembling, commanding my body to hold itself still. Why would anyone come to a place like this, in a t-shirt and paint-tattered sweat pants with a growing hole in the left knee? That’s the question of the hour it seems.My...
Soleil
BREAKING: DEPOSED DUFRESNE HEIR SPOTTED IN THE WAKE OF MURDER SCENE.He pinned the newspaper to the concrete ledge with a finely padded knee, a humid summer wind tugging at the headline with a fevered panic Alec Dufresne had not possessed in months. An eight-month-old picture grinned up at him, his clean-shaven face and golden curls greyed by the paper’s composition, bright blue eyes white on the page.His brother stood behind him in a matching suit, beaming like he’d won the lottery. Their faces were so alike that it was a wonder this picture had not confused them like so many before.They were ...
They Got Your Nose Wrong
FPO password accepted. Access granted. Begin Plunge. *** Success! The warp-catch threw me against the wall of an empty sixteen by sixteen foot apartment. I landed with a thud and gasped as my breath was forced out of my lungs. The air was pungent with the smell of sewer and water dripped in from tiny holes in the ceiling. The place had been long abandoned. My cam-cloak was wrapped around my throat choking me. I pulled with all my might and nearly tore it. Through rapid breaths my eyes began to focus. Well, my right eye. The other eye was still in-transit. I grunted as the particulate of my b...