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Astronomical Turbulence
Plu looked at me sideways.“What would you like to do in your free time?” I asked.“A hobby?” he shrugged his shoulders. He glanced behind me where the most ‘powerful’ gang in the school stood. “I like to be them. That’s my hobby.”I turned my back. “Oh, those guys who keep revolving around Sir?”“Not only revolution; they have power. They have a name. Everybody knows them. Everybody trusts them.”“You trust me?” I smirked.“Sure. I know you’ll always be there around me.”"Hm, I guess it's a hobby? You should always strive to be the best in the system, then.""I don't know... I'm not good enough.""No,...
Rebel Without The Numbers
“Good morning team!” The buzz in the room quietened down as the bulky man in the once-smart suit at the front of the room dropped his stack of files on the desk. “Day 1765、 I’m sure I don’t need to reiterate how important it is that we don’t mess things up now–”“But you’ve done it anyway,” Bhatt muttered to Hansen, as he did every day. As usual she smiled; it was as much a part of her morning routine as the boss saying how important the day was.“We’ve all come too far for this to fail now,” their boss was still saying. “So keep your heads on straight, don’t get cocky, and double check everythi...
Beginning Again
Beginning Again John Meiners, Jr.It's a week after Thanksgiving on a cold wet day in Community. The kind of day where the Avantans will not be going for a run but rather feeling sorry for those real deer enduring the weather. Samantha, Jesse, Pamela Lawton and Monroe are at Deer Run Lodge waiting for Bob Wallace. Pamela and Monroe have been borderline arguing about how much they can actwww.onedoor.ccually trust Bob. Monroe has spent his life dedicated to the protection of Community. What was once thought to be the perfect deer hunting community now seems anything but. Successfully through his sometim...
Models of Human Behavior
Senna Washington pulled her police cruiser into the grocery store parking lot. Her shoulder-length hair hung in tight ringlets, courtesy of the twists she had pulled out that morning. The afternoon sun warmed her copper-brown skin, warding off the autumn chill. “What do we think, Carter? This is an awful long way from his known movements.”Senna’s partner, Mike Carter, looked at the mostly empty parking lot. “I guess it makes sense if he’s trying to stay out of sight. But we stick out like a sore thumb here.”"Subject KN-637, Jason James, will arrive in approximately twelve minutes." The feminin...