Rover_THOMAS THE MYSTERY MAN_Rune #16_When the Bodies Fell Like Rain
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Rover
-First Log of Day 202,777,575- During the month of May, the sun rises at approximately 5:28 AM. It begins as a hazy smudge of molten orange and gradually bathes the world in a sharp luminescence as the hour spans on. I’ve noticed that the sun has come to arrive much earlier now than in thewww.onedoor.cc winter months. If I was younger I might have pursued this phenomenon with a more able-bodied enthusiasm. Although my outward appearance has remained unchanging, my once smooth joints have become sluggish and spasmodic. The sunlight has begun to lack that wonderful rejuvenating aura it once did. Rather than p...
THOMAS THE MYSTERY MAN
The man worked if one could call it work, as a sidewalk vendor. That was not unusual for the strip between Nostrand Avenue and Verona Place in Brooklyn. His stall was part of many along the road. What rendered this stall and man odd was only three or four people eventually saw him. When those who did mention the stall, people scratched and shook their heads. Some commented, “What man or you must mean another street.” No three people were not hallucinating, nor did they have a substance abuse problem. One was a highly respected attorney, Lauren McCutcheon, another a dedicated officer of the law...
Rune #16
Sheesh, I have literally posted three stories in one day! How crazy is that! For all who are still here, I give you, the next of Rune's adventures! Shoutout to Antman (Katelyn) for being so awesome and sticking by to read this series!____________Rune fell onto his backside, in shock. His face was blank, his breath tiny plumes. Goosebumps were raised on his bare arms. After only a few seconds, he trembled with cold. Tiny white flakes drifted from the sky. Rune’s ears twitched as they collected the white flakes.He didn’t move.Only breathed, his mind completely empty.He had no thoughts.Slowly, he...
When the Bodies Fell Like Rain
We thought we lived in a utopian society. Of course life wasn’t perfect. Life cannot be perfect, to preach it otherwise is to offer an unattainable lie. In New London, however, we were as close as it was possible to be. Life expectancy was technically at a high of 150 natural years but of course that meant nothing. Once you became unhappy with how your body sagged and wrinkled, you ordered a cybernetic body to have your mind implanted into. Eternal beauty. Eternal life. We had no wars; nations were happy and resource rich. We had no crime; everyone lived long enough to have everything they nee...