Lonely In Space_Technology: A Portal to Destruction_A Moment of Peace_Shirl and John Jo - A Classic
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Lonely In Space
Lonely in Space Don’t let anyone tell you anything different, space is lonely. It’s only exciting in movies or books. Space is deep, dark, and depressingly lonely. And cold. And dark. And lonely. My name is Kimearrah and I'm from the planet Thrae. It is a beautiful planet with sunshine, water, and lush vegetation. The only problem is that Thrae is also lonely. I'm writing this as I travel inside my spacecraft. This spacecraft is called a personal craft because it is built for one person. The living quarters are cramped at 12 feet by 12 feet. That's 144 square feet of loneliness. The rest of ...
Technology: A Portal to Destruction
Do you ever wake up from a strange dream - one that you've had before - andwww.onedoor.cc wonder why you had it? Do you ever feel like a higher being is trying to get your attention somehow, whether for good or for bad? I have... I have been haunted by a dream for the past 2 weeks. Every night it is the same... I wake up from some sort of coma with a major headache. I feel tired and anxious, like my subconscious knows something that I don't. So I leave my room out of interest in a Tylenol pill to give me relief. But as I stumble my way down the great stretch of a hallway, the world around me starts spinnin...
A Moment of Peace
Darkness. Vibration. My consciousness filters in like grains of sand in an hourglass. I am floating (drifting) out to sea (off to sleep), a disembodied spirit travelling through cosmic space, and then all at once, I am whole. I cannot see (I can’t open my eyes) and I can barely breathe. The air is hot, thick, cruelly insufficient. I detect a mild sensation on my face. Pressure. My head is covered by a bag (I’m asleep on my stomach oh god I’m going to suffocate). Panic sets in, and I begin inhaling sharply, attempting to glean oxygen from the fabric. The resistance causes my lungs to burn, each...
Shirl and John Jo - A Classic Love Story
“It's too much John Jo, really it’s just too much!” Shirl was standing on tip toes leaning as close to the window as he could without actual falling out. “John Jo, you listening to me darling. ….. Have you seen them down there? Look at them all eager eyed and keen…..”Shirl carried on watching the small but growing crowd that had begun to gather around the entrance to their apartment building.… like little yapping lap dogs, just waiting for a glimpse of one of us…I mean…it’s just pathetic.” Shirl swung round and snapped indignantly at John Jo. “Are you actually even listening?”“Yep” John Jo a...