A hero_The Hunting of Dillon Parker_Not Us_Good Morning Citizen Moore
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A hero
Mum always said Nik had too much of a hero complex. Nik couldn’t agree more.Why else would he choose to spend the rest of his life saving other people? His friends thought he was mad, and the adults around told him he was quite insane. Nik soon found he didn’t care. It was his life, after all- he could do what he liked with it. Turned out saving people was a much more travel friendly job than Nik had originally thought. He had travelled more planets than most of the world combined in an effort to save the most people. And he loved every second of it. Mercury. The days were painfully bright, th...
The Hunting of Dillon Parker
“Can you keep a secret?” Linda McDonoghue once asked me. I told her I could and I wasn’t lying, I was holding onto a big secret. I never got a chance to tell her but I’ll tell it to you if that’s OK. This is the story of a boy who could see into the future and the past, and he had the ability to pull things through time, all sorts of objects could be summoned. On more than one occasion he would summon a newspaper which seemed to be from a future date and each time the events in that newspaper came to pass. Not just newspapers though but all sorts of every day items appeared, anything he saw h...
Not Us
We remember. It started with the news broadcasts, the front page of the papers. We ignored it.We never thought it could happen to us. Scaremongering, we called it. We carried on. We sipped our coffees from our takeaway cups. We bought our plastic-wrapped, exotic fruits and vegetables. We cozied up to our coal fires and oil heaters on cold nighwww.onedoor.ccts. We took long hot showers and scrubbed ourselves with colorful scented gels until we glowed.The oceans are so big, we won’t cause that much damage, we told ourselves. The problem is thousands of miles away. Hundreds of years away.We remember when the ...
Good Morning Citizen Moore
The day started like any other. I opened my eyes to darkness at 04:27、 Three blissful minutes until my alarm would go off, flooding the empty void of my apartment with light and sound. Three minutes until my body would kick into autopilot to navigate the monotony of my life. Three minutes to breathe without a care. Three. Two. One. My alarm blared to life promptly at 04:30. The peaceful darkness lost as the single room of my apartment erupted in the colors of dawn, or what I assume dawn would look like. I’ve never actually seen it; the City is always gray. Accompanying the faux sunrise, the sa...