Lockdown Party_The Runaway_The Not So Lost City Of Atlantis_To the Moon, With Love
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Lockdown Party
Peering out from my bedroom window, I watched the house party over the road. Some forty or so revellers were drinking and dancing in the garden. They were ignoring the lockdown restrictions which had confined people to their homes. Without social interaction, it was no wonder they’d gowww.onedoor.ccne stir crazy and needed to let off steam. They must have known they’d get caught but didn’t seem to care as music shamelessly boomed. Party like it’s 1999 had become an anthem for those who wanted to ignore the law. The desire to live an active life stronger than concern over the deadly virus.They didn’t hear fo...
The Runaway
Tristan woke slowly to the knocking and lifted his head. Pain brooded in his skull. There were shapes twisting about in front of his eyes, caused by the darkness. Everything was tangled in his mind. Bizarre half-forgotten dreams, the past, the present. He laid three facts down in his mind like metal bars. He was on the sitting-room sofa. A blanket was tangled around him. There was light trying to force its way in through the curtains.Then he pulled himself off the couch and ran to the door. He undid the bolts, pushed up the plank, unknotted the rope. You had to be careful these days and it was...
The Not So Lost City Of Atlantis
Imagine this: You’re on a boat sailing away into the middle of the ocean. All of a sudden fog comes out of nowhere! You’re swept off the boat and thrown into the ocean. The water crowds around you filling your lungs with it’s dark and dreary feeling. You sink, down, down, straight to the bottom. A hand grabs you by the stomach and brings you ashore. You awake to find two purple eyes staring down at you. Startled, you get up. The eyes are attached to a weird creature unlike anything you’ve seen before, it looks like a cat and a unicorn merged into one. The sand around your body is blue and lead...
To the Moon, With Love
I miss the Sao Paulo cafe. I miss the simple ambiance and coterie of warm comments as I would glide in off the dusty streets to within its walls. It made this shy little girl of a carbon extractor feel like someone important. I miss the nostalgic feeling from a time when things were normal. When every day was not a race against time to come up with some new technology to purify the water or pump more oxygen into the atmosphere.It was like stepping into a time porthole and we were allowed to be a little foolish and not think work needed to be done. We made the world work, but our only fear was ...