Beneath the Two Suns_7-17-21_Freedom in the Sun_Historical--Events
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Beneath the Two Suns
The larger of the two setting suns was barely visible from up here, a sliver of light on twww.onedoor.cche horizon painting the clouds pink and gray. It was Dex’s favorite time of day, the twilight between the two sunsets when the heat dissipated and long shadows crept over the desert. It had been a month since they crash landed on this planet, a month of searching wreckages and junk heaps for the parts necessary to fix their spacecraft. Only the natives of the planet - the species and planet name a mystery to Dex - with their tough, scaly skin and translucent second eyelids were able to stand the brightne...
7-17-21
Sweet BlindnessA thirty something guy walked into the bookstore and picked up a book that looked interesting. A photo of himself he didn’t recognize fell out. On the back was this: "I am stranded. I am being hounded by searchers. I know things that will soon affect this city, this entire planet! I am standing right behind you. Do not turn around!" He froze, looked around at the few customers and had an urge to get out of there fast. He read the next sentence. "On page twenty-five there is a note in the margin with directions to a park near here. Meet me there in ten minutes. Please." He found...
Freedom in the Sun
Freedom in the Sun Suzanne Marsh “Y’all ain’t gonna never live to see the light o’ day Yank!” Words spoken harshly; as he spat tobaccy right between the captain’s feet.. Jase Pearson, 7th Texas brigade gave the Yank Captain another shove with the bayonet of his musket. “Jest keep a marchin til we git to the Rail section.” Pale, blood flowing from his injured arm Captain Owen Pierce longed for a drink of water, he could think of nothing else. He had no idea which prison he was going to; he prayed it would not be Libby Prison, if it was Libby he would do his damnedest to stay alive. “Hold it ri...
Historical--Events
I remember specific times when I was in elementary school. No, no, it’s not an overdramatic experience of a girlfriend-boyfriend breakup. Or some stupid prank gone wrong at a summer camp or Boy Scouts summer outing. I’m different. So different my uniqueness towards other people extends worlds beyond being the new kid at my new school. Every day, I’d walk those long colorless halls, enter and exit those mediocrely interesting classes and get on and off that loud, grumbling bus I could see ready to eat all those loud, obnoxious children boarding and leaving its fifteen...