The Nothing Between Stars_A Will for the Apocalypse_To Live for the Future_Scavenger Salute
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The Nothing Between Stars
Travelling between gawww.onedoor.cclaxies is dangerous. Dark abysses plague every universe's sky, leaking in between the warm lights emitted from stars. They hold silent terrors history themself hesitate to inscribe. Stories of murderous marauders, hungry for chaos and destruction, alongside fiend's that feast on black holes call these dimensions home, and only the bravest of travelers take these spaces as feasible travel routes.Or they have unlimited stupidity."Oh my stars," a blue haired creature groaned, retching as she clamped a hand over her mouth. "What in the Andromedian galaxy did we drink last nigh...
A Will for the Apocalypse
The Last Will and Testament: Before we move any further, I should inform you that if there’s anything else you wish to complete, go do so immediately. You won’t have much time left. Taste every breathe, scream all the air out and bring it back in again, feel whatever life you can before it’s drained out of you. Try to reach a piece of peace. Tell others the truths you've been secreting.I am not sure of the exact timing of it all- or even the exact cause of it. You might have days left or only seconds. You might be overwhelmed by a virus, or technology, or perhaps some eldritch horror. In the b...
To Live for the Future
To Live for the FutureBy Caden HillBy the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.Inside my mind, a forest went up in flames….Have you ever wondered about your future?What it will be like?What does future you look like?How do you dress?Are you married? Engaged? To whom?Children? Two....three….four?Do you finally like that vegetable you never liked as a kid?Do you understand what you’ve lived for?You see, these question are precious, more precious and valuable than you can ever know.Questions like this are life itself. Because what is an answer without there first being a question?Some ...
Scavenger Salute
The hare stopped. It looked up from its grazing, ears tall and twitching. A soft shift in the forest floor alerted it and it turned, ready to flee, when the arrow pierced its heart.Halley emerged from the brush. She slung her bow over her shoulder and pulled out her skinning knife, placing the handle between her teeth as she crouched to remove her arrow. Still sharp. She wiped the edges against the loose part of her shirt and returned it to the quiver.She grabbed the skinning knife from between her teeth and then squinted at the rabbit. The forest light was still too thin for her to...