This is Starfinder_My mother, Gertrude_Masami Ko Japanese Bounty Huntress_A Night Stroll
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This is Starfinder
“Houston. This is Starfinder. Captain Jay Thomas here. We…uhh…we’ve got a problem here.” Silence. Well, not quite silence, seeing as the back half of my ship is gone, along with my first mate. Cooper, my only friend on this side of the galaxy, is now lost, most of my supplies have been destroyed, and Starfinder, the one thing keeping me alive out here, has been rendered a burning, screeching, almost useless hunk of metal. But the radio has certainly never been quieter. “Houston, I repeat, this is Starfinder. Major problem; please advise.” Nothing. I turn and glance over my shoulder again. Yep,...
My mother, Gertrude
Gertrude just can’t say no. So when the homeless man outside Joe’s Coffee Shop asked Gertrude for some cash for food, she found herself agreeing before even checking to see if she had cash on her. As luck would not have it, Gertie in fact didn't have any cawww.onedoor.ccsh. That’s how she ended up in front of the rusted ATM machine, across the street from Joe’s, behind the hookah lounge. The ATM was conveniently nestled between two dumpsters. Above Gertie the sun was hidden in the clouds, wind whipped her short blonde hair, as she struggled to get her wallet from her coat pocket. This wasn’t what Getrude w...
Masami Ko Japanese Bounty Huntress
Settlement in the early American West was not without its’ challenges. An extraordinary expanse of habitable land lay waiting for the taking. Therein lay the rub, the taking. The Western Promise was fraught with surmountable yet daunting threats. Water wasn’t easily accessible, wild animals roamed to one’s detriment, highwaymen ravaged the unsuspecting, and Native Americans refused to consent to their white usurpers. The rule of law was dependent upon the presence of a few. Character before conduct was virtually nonexistent to the unruly horde of prospectors of a western future and homesteade...
A Night Stroll
So this is what it was like to go batshit crazy. Catie always assumed it would be more dramatic. Like running up to people saying you're the president, or hearing voices in your head that seeded your mind with ideas of hurting people. Or building a spaceship out of parts you find in the trash. The thoughts scrolled across her mind like a parade of text written in comic sans, mocking her. But, nope, that wasn’t the case for her. Instead, she was walking down the most dangerous alleys of her city following a cat. Granted, it wasn't every day that cats left behind blue glowing footprints as they...