Time and Again_Almost Like Home_Don't Think Twice_The Anarax Gala
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Time and Again
“Are you coming tonight?” “I have my favorite outfit ready. You remember.”Mr. Gabel smiles, still brushing his teeth. He is anxious to see his daughter, Genny, and her brother, Bill, who works at The Time and Again Home for the Aged where three days earlier he was a participant in an age-reducing procedure that was still in its experimental stage. Bill’s boss, Robert Artly, conducted the experiment. “How could I forget? And I’m sure it’s in as good a condition as it was when you first wore it." “Of course.” “You’ll be perfect. We’ll be there as clos...
Almost Like Home
Almost Like Home(1001 w)“Commander? Permission to enter the bridge?” Cool, odourless wafts pulsed through the doorway like sighs from the console-filled room, along with ponderous, mechanical, hum.“Yes, Doctor, do come in - it seems we’ve entered orbit just in time.” He smiled down at her.“Are you well? Has the morning sickness worn off yet?”“Yes, thank you, Sir. I’m … fine.” she nodded, following him to the huge viewscreen. The circular room resonated beneath their feet as the Commander spread his long, gloved arms at the vast disc of blue and brown that filled the glowing wall before them...
Don't Think Twice
Journal Entry 1: It's been about three days since my father had passed away, I figured I should just start making records on how my life goes from here on out. He left me with certain notes and a folder, but he gave it to me in a riddle form so I honestly don't know where it's all at. The only note he left me said "To find your answers, one must look into the heart." So, I think it'll take a while before I find this answer. Entry End.[A www.onedoor.ccweek later]The night was late, slowly changing to morning. The sun hasn't shown in a few days which signaled the start of the fifth moon phase, bringing on Win...
The Anarax Gala
Her fingers drum nervously at her hip.No, she reminds herself, not nervously. Bored. Impatient.They dance over the deep blue fabric, the small pocket concealed within it, stitched into the side seam. She fights to keep her hand from balling up into a fist and hiding itself away. Likewise, she resists the urge to toy with the ring, distracting in its unfamiliarity, that sits heavy at the base of her right index. It is already somewhat at odds with the rest of her delicate attire, the metal thick and dull where her dress is light and the rest of her jewellery bright silver, and seemingly engrave...