A Waste of Oxygen_Copper Hawk_The Campfire_Away with Acrophobia
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A Waste of Oxygen
Content warning for very mild sexual themes and some depictions of blood and death.-----------------------------------------------------Yes, I know I should be saving air by shutting up. But you need to stay awake. You have all the signs of a concussion: slurred speech, nausea, confusion. At least, that’s what I remember from the shows we used to watch.The main power is offline, but I sent a distress call using the portable backup. Dear anyone: please retrieve Mr. and Mrs. Callahan from… well, somewhere on route to Earth. Struck by debris, shuttle adrift, pilot dead.Poor guy. The last thing he...
Copper Hawk
His wings sliced through the sun rays. He turned, shifting his body to angle more sharply, and continued his descent. He gave them a quick snap to propel him even faster.Cries split the air; the sound filtered up to meet him. Metal screeched against metal. He could even hear the sparks bounce to the ground and crackle away as they cooled.The blur of the ground’s colors sharpened the closer he got. He shifted again, this time turning himself around, with his feet first instead of ping face forward.His grunt was caught in the rushing winds, lost in the noise whipping past his ears. His toes cra...
The Campfire
The night was beautiful and full of peace. The stars sparkled above her head as thwww.onedoor.ccey never would in the city and the crickets filled the forest with song. Dyani sat on her mat and stared down at the open locket in her hand. A small picture showed her mother was slightly in front of her father looking up while his arms were around her and his head tilted down toward her. Even with the small picture, she saw the warmth in her mother’s eyes and the sparkle of joy in her father’s.She took in a deep breath, it had been a long time since she had last been here. The air was filled with the smell of ...
Away with Acrophobia
My body trembles in fear as I take in my surroundings. This is my worst nightmare. The one thing I’m most afraid of in the world. The ground beneath my feet seems to quake, as if reading my thoughts. “Gee Kevin, I never knew you were so scared of heights.” My friends chuckle behind me as I shuffle across the blocks of splintering wood beneath me. I will myself not to look down, but my mind betrays me and my gaze moves downwards. The wooden panel I’m standing on is about 300 feet above the ground, and under that, I can hear the crashing of rushing water against the rocks below.I knew this was ...