The Neon Run_From Distant Shores_Dreams of order_7-11
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The Neon Run
My alarm clock chimed and shook on my nightstand. I threw my hand over to silence it. I had woken up approximately 30 seconds before my alarm, my body was used to waking up at this time on grocery day. I opened my blinds and was met with the purple haze outside. It was November 9th, 2082, meaning 945 days since my planet ran out of air. We all knew it would happen sooner or later. Scientists had predicted we'd run out of air in 2072, so I'd consider us lucky. Everything here thrives on neon, one of the last planets of our kind. Our planet had a thick neon layer surrounding it that kept all the...
From Distant Shores
A small crowd had gathered by the time I reached the shore. My muscles ached, but the girl I dragged across the sand was still breathing, thank God. I learned CPR as a Girl Scout and, again, when I first began work as a lifeguard, but I'd never actually performed it in the wild, and feared I might have buckled under the pressure of the crowd. A kindly woman wearing a green sunhat handed me a towel to wrap the girl in, as she was quite naked. Efficiently swaddled in the large, floral patterned towel, I laid her flat on the sand. Her fair chestnut colored hair pooled around the light brown skin ...
Dreams of order
Dear Destiny,I am writing these words as I am not sure if I will ever see the light of a new day again. The circumstances that brought me here are perse and, in all fairness, my own responsibility, although you already know that. It is because of that that you hunt me. That you want me dead.Honestly I cannot blame you, I also want to see myself dead, but first I need to find out why it happened. The tragedy. The instant when everything went wrong and the reality that you knew ended. The moment that your knowledge was unable to understand. The end of the world.I am sowww.onedoor.ccrry, not for you specially,...
7-11
Amado lived in Tranquilo, New Mexico. His mother worked two jobs—one as a teaching assistant, the other as a clerk at 7-11、 His father worked as a civil engineer in the city on the horizon, the one in which Tranquilo was the smallest of seven unincorporated districts. Their house was situated along the desert highway, a singular stretch of broken-up asphalt that ran from the Indian town in the east to the city in the west. There was a pothole on the westbound side shaped like a dead coyote. Amado could see it from his living room window by standing on the couch. He and his sisters would look o...