A New Set of Stars_Seeds of Connection_Time Paradox_We Are Not Alone
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A New Set of Stars
The sun was up when Julian closed his eyes.When he opens them, the light around him is a glossy shade of blue like he’s underwater and there’s sunlight all around. And, yet, he hasn’t moved.The treehouse stands, still, where it always has. The same yellow bean bag rests, full of holes and covered in crayon stains, near the window. Tacked to the wood are the same old posters from various video games and musical groups he enjoyed when he wwww.onedoor.ccas still small enough to fit comfortably in this place. Their coloring is a bit off, as everything is tinted that strange, shiny cerulean. There’s some kind of...
Seeds of Connection
Winter in Boston is a phenomenon unlike any other. The cold starts in November; gradually at first, then accelerating all at once, letting everyone know of what is to come. Halfway through the month, the sun starts to set earlier, and before you know it, you’re heading back from a long day of work under a thick coat of darkness, despite it only being 5 PM. It rains every now and then, and the temperature increases ever so slightly on these days, but what good is trading biting cold for sogginess and muck, right? After the rain, it goes right back to the frigid temperatures of winter. In late D...
Time Paradox
“When am I?” was the first thing I said when I got out of the pod.I knew where I was. I was in the same room where I had been on June 10, 2020, the day I would travel to the future. If all went well, a team of scientists would be awaiting my arrival on June 10, 2050, thirty years in the future.“Something must have gone wrong,” I told myself; there was no one else to talk to.Water was dripping from the ceiling and there was a funky smell in the room. I tried a switch, but the light didn’t turn on. Apparently, there was no electricity. Fortunately, my pod had its own power supply in the form of ...
We Are Not Alone
I knew that it was going to be today. Today was going to be different. For the first time in a long time I had a hope. I was even going to get dressed. Something I hadn’t done in a while, it’s hard to find the motivation to do even the smallest of things when there is no one around to judge you. I chose my favourite dress, the black one that looked like something Audrey Hepburn might have worn. I paired it with the comfiest shoes I own even though they don’t match. But I wasn’t dressing for anyone else, I was dressing for myself, and this was the dress I wanted to die in. I had put a lo...