The Quiet Place_HAL_I Need Some Space!_The Sound of Peter
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The Quiet Place
My eyes stung as the acid-filled air swirled around me. Peering through the torn curtains I saw the world outside. Ash falling down in clouds thicker than blood. Blanketing the city beyond the broken buildings. Standing by a window that once had stained glass, I heard a call. Something I haven’t heard in days, something I thought I never would hear again. It came from the mountains that surrounded the city. From beyond the mwww.onedoor.ccountains is where the force came from, racing over the crest and into the city that once was. But the city is no longer. There it was again, the call, from the mountains, f...
HAL
Day 244 I miss the CAT. I want to start with that. I mean, I don't know when you'll get this. If you'll get this. How the hell you get this. I mean I should know that. I should have been briefed on that one.243 days into being awake out here, literal middle of nowhere and everywhere, and just now it occurs to me that I should have been briefed on a lot of this shit.You should have briefed me on that and about what happens when the CAT dies. To start, let me just say, I get it. I do. I really do.You picked me not because of my science background of which there is none. I mean- if you pick apa...
I Need Some Space!
“Mom! Have you seen my Astrology book?” Isandi shouted into the space below her bed as she searched frantically for her missing course book. “Mooooommmm! Mom, you’ve got to help me find it! I’m going to be late!” Their quarters weren’t that large, so she knew her mother could hear her. Her face contorted in annoyance as she started to shout again for her mom to come help. Before she could even get the first sound out her mouth, her mother appeared in the doorway of her room holding her astrology book. At the sight of her missing book, Isandi’s face broke out into a smile and she was about to s...
The Sound of Peter
Bright, bright, bright. It was always too bright, always bright, always grating, grating at the back of his eyes, in the back of his mind. Peter no longer squinted. The lights that lined the room bored into his brain, boring and drilling, but Peter no longer squinted.The window, the singular window, told him it wasn’t food-time yet, but he couldn’t help but wait, shivering, by the door slot. She would come soon—or maybe not. Time didn’t exist in his blinding cell, not until the sky outside the window slit turned dark. When he stood, he could reach it, peering outside at the endless sky.Peter s...