The Crisis of Stasis Unit 122_Memories bring back you_All Because of a Cookie_Shooting Star
Catalog Guide:
The Crisis of Stasis Unit 122
The year is 2085 and a derelict building sits alone in a dead wasteland, a place that long ago was known as Bradford, England. That was then and this is now and no human has set foot in this place for several years. It should have been a special day for a man who had lived long ago, a man called Thomas Sanderson, butwww.onedoor.cc where is he now? Within the building the floor on the ground level has caved in and beneath the debris and rubble there is a machine that was forgotten about long ago. This was not how it was supposed to be. Let’s turn the clock back to 2035 and that derelict building was the Brit...
Memories bring back you
Ross was panting and struggling. He felt like his soul was ripped off his body. He woke up screaming which startled the nurse. He struggled to breathe and was scared out of wits but he didn’t know why. That emotion passed in a moment and he realized that he was in a hospital but weirdly, the screaming didn’t stop. He turned right to see the nurse screaming. He tried to recollect what had brought him here but his mind was as blank as a white board. Suddenly his brain stared working and showed him something which was so strong emotionally. He was kissing a beautiful girl. She was shorter than us...
All Because of a Cookie
You will rise to the top.Victor had lost count of how many times his mother had told him that. It was just a dumb fortune cookie. But to her, it was stone-written prophecy. The very name Victor was chosen with that in mind.Victor of what? He doesn't get it. He's never been victorious at anything. Vindictive, but never victorious. Does anyone else really know what it's like to be a complete failure? Everyone's good at something, so they say. And everyone is, except for Victor.Like swimming upstream, with everything you've always wanted racing past your eyes going the opposite direction.The afte...
Shooting Star
Time meant very little to an immortal. The movies and books and stuff portrayed that pretty well, having the person chopped to pieces physically and emotionally until they really couldn’t care either way how life sliced you. And here he was, Icarus of a thousand something years, burying a time capsule in the middle of a secluded forest. For the irony, he supposed. Or just to tick it off his bucket list. His forever bucket list that was probably a car crash of words at this point. The capsule’s nesting place was big enough for a sea turtle; which meant he’d expended too much effort on something...