The Aristocrats and the Beasts_The Porch_Misplaced_Beginning at the Mailbox
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The Aristocrats and the Beasts
“Warning. Weapons fire detected. Entering stealth mode.”The ship’s lights dimmed, and Sabriyya’s hands tightened on the joystick, ready to use the nearby gas giant as a gravity sling if necessary. “Identify weapons signature,” she instructed, silently praying it wasn’t someone hostile to the Alliance.“Identifying…” A few tense seconds passed, and the xenologist inhaled sharply as blue and purple lasers flashed in the distance.“Two weapon signatures identified,” the computer finally announced. “One AnXilaxis Predator-class vessel, and one Alivani vessel of unknown class.”“What, did the Alivani ...
The Porch
Annabella Conner sat with knees drawn up to her chest on that old porch, sagging and beat up from years gone by. The same porch she must've painted a hundred times over with that thick, creamy white stale-smelling paint; the same porch that she used to sit on with her brother during those hot summer afternoons, sipping bitter lemonade made from stolen lemons. She wanted those days back, so very badly; she wanted to spend hours in beautiful, perfect silence on that porch. She wanted a way to fix her life that had spiraled down and down, out of her control, leaving her abandoned and dilapidated,...
Misplaced
Contrary to popular belief they were, as of yet, unable to read each other's minds. That drawback also meant that they were not constantly aware of the other's location, could not sniff them out or sense their presence. And whilst usually grateful that there wasn’t someone out there listening to his innermost thoughts, he would admit that now would have been a great time for those powers to materialise. Because he himself had materialised at work this morning to find his partner absent, and come the afternoon the disapproving glances he was getting, as if he could be held responsible for his p...
Beginning at the Mailbox
You’re staring, Margwww.onedoor.ccot. Introduce yourself for God sakes. The woman was small. Her hair was long and black and so shiny that Margot thought she might be wearing a wig. Paint-spattered overalls hung loose on her body over a fitted wife-beater tank top. But no sooner had Margot taken a step toward the woman, than she wanted to reverse direction. Puffiness and tear stains eclipsed the woman’s face.“You come back later. Now is not a good time,” the woman said, waving off Margot with a hand. Margot should have turned around then. She should have turned around and walked up her driveway, but …“Are ...