AN EARTHLY EXPERIENCE_To Alma_Strange Allies_Take Your Hatred to the Grave
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AN EARTHLY EXPERIENCE
I hear the humans say I’m in a coma. That is only partly true…this human vessel I’ve entered is lying on a bed, hooked up to beeping machines and devices I do not recognise. Fear grips me and I don’t want to be here. I need to return to my planet, Zoron. I fell into this world they call Earth, purely by accident. We were heading to another galaxy, on a mission to rescue one of our planet’s from an encroaching battle – when suddenly we took an unexpected turn, a disruption in the system sending us spiralling and pitching, and we ended up perting through the Milky Way’s Asteroid Belt, crashing i...
To Alma
The remnant clouds of a storm cell diffused www.onedoor.ccthe light of a setting sun, dusting the world beneath them in a warm, orange glow. It illuminated the trees, revealing shades of green that had been muted by the harsh haze of changing seasons. Ava thought for a moment about taking a picture; there was no way she would ever be able to accurately recant the way the evening was being painted before her eyes. Instead, she bathed in the light as it wrapped its rays around her and she too was set aglow. She was just like the leaves and the grass and the rolling hills. For the first time in her parlous li...
Strange Allies
The dracoz made an intimidating figure against the setting sun: He had black scales with a bit of gray down the throat, two large horns jutting from the top of his draconic head, and a long tail ending in a spade point trailing behind him. His yellow eyes gleamed in the dusk light. His kilt rustled in the wind of the plains as the sun glinted off bits of armor adorning his torso. His greatsword - complete with a gem upon the pommel - swung at his side. His name was Draknor, and for many a long year he had wandered the lands and seas in search of a new purpose and a new home for what remained ...
Take Your Hatred to the Grave
“This man says he’s your father and he’s dying,” Billie says. She’s looking at me with her face creased in concern. I shrug. “And what’s the bad news?” I take the phone. “Hello. I don’t know who you are, but this isn’t funny.” “Xander. It’s me, dad.” I hear the voice and my heart starts beating a drum solo. My throat goes dry. “I know it’s been a long time, son. I have bowel cancer and just a few days left.” Dad’s voice has dropped in tone. He’s wheezing which is good news. “Good to know, dad. Thanks for the call. See you at the funeral.” Maybe it sounds cold b...