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The Brief Persistent
Emilia.I found three pairs early that evening. They were lined up in a row behind the loose slat in the cupboard, right where my uncle hides the tuna cans that he's not supposed to feed to the cat. I stood there for quite a while, staring at the small round shapes, although I couldn’t quite make out the colors in the half-dark. There was the familiar jolt, the surprise followed by recognition, as it always happens. And, as always, something sweet and sandy burst in my throat, shrinking back into a tight ball of treacle. I clenched my teeth as the ball dissolved, and then I winced. It tasted l...
Adam and Eve
I never did think, despite all past events and unexpected turns, considering what I know of the world and of myself, against all odds, that I would be the last person on Earth. I have managed to keep myself grounded; my flat is more or less what is was before everything ended, but with a few minor changes. The electric hob is now a small gas camping stove (the hob and oven were hell to get out of the building), and all the useless light fittings are in a pile next to the door. Of course, all the electricity failed as soon as the power stations were abandoned, so I made do with gas lamps and c...
Apollo 0
Every year someone is handpicked from our small society to go to the moon. Ever since I was a little girl it has always been my dream to be picked. I've always been captivated by the stories of what's up there. We're not told much of what happens once someone lands on the moon but I do know one thing for sure: a better life awaits.You see, Earth is falling apart and it seems like Earth is dying faster these days. We're running out of resources fast and the farmers plowed their lands to ruin. www.onedoor.ccWildlife is slowly disappearing and what's left are the beasts at the top of the food chain. If we stra...
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DJINNI MUGSJay StempinChapter 1Batilda The crescent moon shone bright in the night sky, its beady gray eye haloed by a lopsided grin. Yes, that sharp-edged crescent in the sky illuminated the forest floor, shoving bags of darkness under Mother Earth’s grassy misshapen rug. Batilda Bahama loved taking walks late at night, even when it was cold, especially when flakes of frost bit into her heart. Darkness was her favorite venue. Darkness was her friend. Darkness was a pastime. And when she really thought about it—her faithful enemy. Brought a smile to her long angular face. Ye Olde Mosquito Shop...