10 Days_Forward Thinking_The Future of Alyson Rope_Coming clean [pt1?]
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10 Days
10 DaysRuby opened the screen door with her shoulder, her coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. She went out to her small balcony and settled into her morning routine, as she had for the past thirty years. Two squirrels collected acorns in the small playground next to her and the laughing of children would begin in a few hours, after the school day. She opened the newspaper to the the daily sudoku puzzle on the last page. Her stomach tightened when she saw the date.December 21st. Only ten more days until she would go into stasis. Stasis was not death, she reminded herself, it was on...
Forward Thinking
Footsteps echoed down the hallway. They paused as their owner peered into a room. The door creaked slightly as they shut the door behind. Stephanie could hear them as they searched for her, moving files and shifting furniture. As if they thought she was hiding behind a desk. She glanced around. It was an ordinary office. Nowhere to hide. They’d find her quickly. She felt a violent shiver go through her body. She couldn’t let them find her. She had to hide. The footsteps were getting louder. Maybe the person was in the room next door. Ignoring the nausea and hoping they couldn’t hear her heart ...
The Future of Alyson Rope
04-23-20 Dear diary, This is my first journal entry. I’m kind of nervous honestly. But anyways, this journal is about my coming up experience. My names Alyson, Alyson Rope. I work at a BioLab in Kentucky. We are currently working on a time machine. We’ve been working on it for going on seven years now. We plan on trying it out in a week. Me being the test subject. Its currently 2020, in a week I will be going to the year 2500, hopefully. I’m kind of nervous about it. I’m not sure if there’s going towww.onedoor.cc be anything on earth anymore, or maybe we got overran by killer robots, or maybe it’s like hea...
Coming clean [pt1?]
The earth is angry with us. Spitting rage and unbending fury courses through the very soil we're on. My hazmat-protected hand reaches up to the heavens. A gesture of peace. In return, a faraway clap of thunder makes me jump. I land in a sitting position. The fishing supplies around me shake a jostle eagerly. All their containers are cracked or splintered, depending on the material. This is exciting, I can almost hear them whisper, we've never been on an adventure before.The road is bumpy and uneven. The earthquakes recently have the whole world set in panic mode. In the front seat, Cassidy, La...