Spaceman_She was Me and I was You_The Waiting Place_Recidivision
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Spaceman
The screen flickered on, and John saw his own image in the body hugging uniform reflected back on him. The darkened bridge of the ship, a hexagonal room with a raised level sitting just behind the forward consoles, was behind him. John cleared his throat, unsure of where to begin, and then spoke whatever came to mind:“This is Second Lieutenant John McKenzie of the Federal Alliance Aerospace Exploration Division, on board the spacecraft ASN Taylor. Exactly 100 years ago, on the 8th of May in the year 2284, I departed on what was considered a high-priority mission to explore what was believed to...
She was Me and I was You
“You was waiting for a friend, ‘till you turned and saw the end, watched hwww.onedoor.ccer lips turn bright and blue, and in that moment knew, that she was me and I was you.” The words feel raw in my throat, scraping callously against my tongue and teeth. My hands shake as I flip through the notebook for the umpteenth time. No more entries. No more scrawled words. Why had I written this? When had I written this? Why couldn’t I remember?To the surface of my foggy mind bobs the soothing voice of Thomas, our resident doctor. “Hypoxia can cause memory loss, amnesia. You’re not alone. Several of the crew were a...
The Waiting Place
Damian cradles his head in his hands like a heavy stone. His brow feels cold, depleted of life. Eventually, he looks up and stares at the wall opposite his bed. It flickers to life, a million pixels bursting into existence on the metallic surface. The pixels form the face of a woman. “Damian,” the voice is soft but clinical. “Welcome to your weekly consultation. How are you today?”Damian forces himself up straight, unfurling his spine. His back feels old, stiff - twenty years beyond its time. He breathes in deeply and slowly exhales, mutters softly. “I don’t want to go on. I can’t go on.”“You ...
Recidivision
The frosty clink of chains echoed through the freezer storage.CJ rattled along between two guards, his hands cuffed in plastic against his waist, his feet shackled in metal a six-inch shuffle apart, so he had to step double time just to keep up, like a toddler hustling after his impatient parent.His last hustle. CJ enjoyed a silent chuckle with himself, letting out a puff of breath that crystallized ahead of him. One of the guards glanced aside at him, probably wondering what could be so funny, then shook her head. Probably cracking already. CJ could imagine her thoughts. Another prisoner abou...