A Long Shot_One Last Look_The Story of Man_The Disappeared
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A Long Shot
John sat in the back of the bar, watching the news. Everyone stared in horror at the unfolding events. A news anchor spoke tersely, "Reports from around the globe indicate this is not confined to the USA. Major cities in every continent report millions hospitalized and uncounted numbers dead. This plague, which came out of nowhere, appears to be the work of some previously unknown villainous mastermind." A man tapped John on the shoulder. He had expected it after ignoring the summons earlier. He got up and followed the man back toward the bathroom. Going through the door they teleported to a d...
One Last Look
It wasn't a bunch of different disparate parts like the alien ships in a science-fiction movie. Agent Durer could see why writers and artists would think that it would be. He could also see the International Space Station, with its inelegant fans of solar panels jutting out to either side like wings on a bird that just kept flapping without ever getting off of the ground. That was the pinnacle of human technology and space exploration for now, and considering current events, always would be. But presuming it was the best another sentience race could manage before they came to visit was a sel...
The Story of Man
There, by the primordial pond, its waters kept pristine solely by isolation, man, at last, made his footprint, a mark that once seemed like such a miracle, a mark that now bears only devilry.“Hello, Mother. Remember me? Your prodigal son has returned.”The pond’s water rippled with thousands of tiny waves, like shivers of the long-anticipated dread finally coming. Autumn leaves, brought by the air like shriveled corpses, danced a hempen jig with the cold wind. Stalks of dry grass swayed with apathy, their withered stems too weak to resist the rush of air. A silent raven sat atop a hollow tree.T...
The Disappeared
The plane between Ellie’s world and wherever she was now had a fuzzy quality. She could see past it, but immaterial grains buzzed across the surface, reminiscent of television static. A moment ago, she’d slid her hand through it, only to snap it back in shock when it didn’t reappear on the other side. She wriggled her fingers to make sure they still worked.The people directly on the other side of the plane were oblivious to it, so in that sense it reminded her of a two-way mirror. Those people also happened to be her parents. She could see her mum scurrying around their white-www.onedoor.cctiled kitchen, ca...