The Walls of Perception_The Bronze Dragonfly_Mercado Norte_The Indian Ocean
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The Walls of Perception
Amelia and her team were on the cusp of a breakthrough, she just knew it. They huddled around the spectrometer and collectively held their breath. Cups of tepid coffee, empty food containers, dirty dishes, and a general sense of organized chaos surrounded them. “C’mon, you little atomic goblin,” Chris murmured, breaking the hush. Amelia giggled, though it was more nerves than humor. “Three… two... one…” Jo whispered and together they watched as, well, nothing happened. Nothing. No reaction, no change, no breakthrough. A collective disappointed exhale came from all four scientists at once. Amel...
The Bronze Dragonfly
The Bronze DragonflyThe girl tore through the forest, her heart thumping wildly and her breath coming in searing sobs. Suddenly she tripped over a concealed log and she went sprawling head first into the muddy forest floor.She tried to get up, but her legs were shaking violently, and she fell back down again.She let out a small whimper of desperation and pulled herself into the shadow of the log where she curled up, crying. Seconds later, a bright light flared just beyond the horizon. The girl screamed as a fiery, mushroom shaped cloud erupted moments later, billowing into the sky, it’s bloode...
Mercado Norte
Artemis had been working at Mercado Norte since Arthur had first brought him to the market six years ago. Arthur had told Artemis that, in exchange for room, board and health benefits, he needed Artemis to cover the store’s customer relations and pest control duties. For Artemis, it was a pretty good deal. Even in Chicago, where he had seen rats almost as big as himself when he was younger, very few rats tried to get into buildings, so the pest control was mostly limited to small mice and the occasional cockroach. And as for customer relations, well that was easy. Artemis had always been great...
The Indian Ocean
My dad emerged out of the spell of the ocean My ancestors left us to fend for ourselves when they were asked to fight in the mainland. We had warned our distant relatives that our ancestors were directed to live and hide us under the sea for a reason.My dad had been asked to be the king by a popular vote on the mainland. They were eager to seek us by using submarines until he carried through his calling to land.The were dry. The homes were filled with dry this dry that. Even diseases were carried by the dry nuance in the air. It took years before my father could get accustomed to life on land....