The Breath We Share_Lioness_Weekend at Jason's_Cloudspire
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The Breath We Share
Ship Log; June 27th, 3095, 17:34 OST; Private H. L. Jansen, Pilot, First Class, Deep Space - Terrestrial Division;“Everybody is dead. I don’t know how I survived. Why I survived. I’ve been here 8 months, trapped. But I have to leave now. My supplies are low and I’m running out of oxygen. By my estimates, the other ship crashed 25 miles northeast of here. I don’t know if anybody there is still alive.”Jansen flipped off the console. He didn’t know what else to say. It didn’t matter anyway since the comms were down. His cries for help were trapped in this godforsaken ship, just like himself. He ...
Lioness
“Always forgive your enemies-nothing annoys them so much.” -Oscar WildeSo it came down to this. Her foot itched where the barb wire had sliced it clean open. Though it couldn’t exactly be called “clean” anymore. The rusted walls of the warehouse roared back her own curses as she shifted the bandage slightly, careful not to let the dust, singed and intersped with fulgurite glass, grate into the smarting wound. For a moment, looking back to the rat poison on the rotting shelf, she almost thought such a discovery to be some pine mercy. Nearly soporific, the acrid odor teased her, so tantalizing w...
Weekend at Jason's
Odin slid across the grass, kicking a ball. It flashed across the yard between another boy's legs and through the fence behind. Three boys cheered and another four waddled away in defeat as Ambrose picked glass blades and weeds as he laid out on the sidelines.The party was quickly stopped when a woman came out onto the steps of the nearby house. "Helios! Time for bed!""Mom!" he exasperated."Now!" she said, disappearing back into the house. “Tomorrow guys?” Helios said, plowing his fingers through his hair.A series of ‘see ya tomowww.onedoor.ccrrow’ began their dispersion. Odin stopped at the gate. “Ambrose...
Cloudspire
Cloudspire “We’ve talked too long on this issue already,” my mother, the Governess, repeats to her assembly. Her mask emphasizes her keen, intelligent eyes, morphing around her expressions but never clouding those eyes of hers. At first, the masks were worn for survival, the air too full of pollution to breathe, but now they’ve become part of our very makeup, especially for those of us who were born inside the Cloudspire. Some Spireborn paint elaborate details and form decorations into their masks, identifying what family they come from by the animals and plants with which they chose to adorn ...