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Space Ring
"I thought we were partners! You were the first who wanted this project. And now..." Susan clapped her hand down on the keyboard, it would have broken in two if only she had hit it a little harder. "This was our ticket out of this wretched mess."The recent retail apocalypse had all of the city scrambling to make enough to feed themselves, let alone pay rent and the bills. Online business was beginning to take off and Susan desperately, since Dan had talked her into trying something new, wanted to get in before the market became oversaturated."I had to pert the funds to other expenses that are ...
Finished by a whisker
“Roger, slow down!”Now Brent Kenton had to admit that taking a desk job was the worst thing he’s ever done. When his uncle, the personal trainer, admonished him for taking a job that required sitting all day, he said he would be just fine.“Just fine”, he panted.Now, here he was racing after a black-haired cat with subtle orange stripes through city streets just because of a key on his collar. “A note. All this…..because….of a….key…collar.” At last! Roger slowed down, just due to figuring out how to jump to a window over some boxes…..wait. What? Window? How big are these windows….Brent looked t...
The Picking
Every year one person was sent to the moon. No one knew why this tradition had lasted so long, twww.onedoor.cche story was lost in history, but they continued to do so every year. The person was chosen randomly, so no one fought that it was not fair. The Picking took place every tenth month of the year of the first day. The person was shipped off on a rocket exactly one week from then. The Picking was always a very stressful time for everyone. Not much work was completed during that time, but that was okay. The Leaders gave everyone the week off, so that they could prepare. Last year, it was a kind old lady...
Blip
In the distance, a plume of fire leapt from the tip of a smokestack. Black, greasy smoke followed it for a few moments before subsiding. Agent Daniel Burgen glanced at the industrial exhalation as he waited for his partner’s next direction, hands on the wheel. “They’re turning to the left up ahead.” Agent Rebecca Londo said and indicated the turning with a pointed finger. “They’re not the only ones to take that turn, so just drive as-is.” “Roger.” Burgen replied and set the indicator. The civilian-looking hover-speeder took the turning with grace. For over an hour they had been following a...