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Good ol' Nana
Gimme a nickel fer everytime I were stupid nuff ter think the world would end after a zombie apocalypse. Zombie apocalypse my foot, good ol’ Grandpa jus’ kept harping on about that, didn’t he? It weren’t zombies that killed us, it was forest fires! So the global warming as they used ter call it on TV just kept gettin’ worse and the government kept goin’ on ‘bout its dirty ways, till everythin’ started ter burn. And mind you, burn it did. The fires started from the forests awww.onedoor.ccnd spread all o’er the cities. The people ‘ere I know tried ter run to the Arctic and what not, but ‘ey sonny tell you wha...
Goldfinch Calling
I float, my oxygen running out, but my breath fogs against my helmet. The ship is hiding the view of whatever's on the other side, but I'm too weak to move. I could just end it, take off my helmet. One swift move and I'd crumble like a long dried-out petal, though I'm already as brittle, aren't I?Ten years.How many years I spent studying while cradling my newborn child, having to juggle being an only father, and getting my qualifications to work for NASA. I stayed as strong as I could, never letting her see me cry when I had to ask my parents for help paying the bills.Now, the lack of oxygen i...
Homesick
“Three rubies. Winning hand.” “What? No, you can’t just declare you win. You haven’t seen what I have.” “There’s nothing that you could have that could beat three rubies. It’s simple logic.” A card floated out of Zilin’s tentacle, briefly rotating enough to reveal a flickering red gem on its face. It confirmed what the iyk’s hand was, but he wasn’t one for lying. “Three diamonds could beat three rubies,” Dens said. He twined his arm lazily around a security strap. “I could have three diamonds.” Zilin’s three eyes squinted. “And do you have three diamonds?” “Well…” “Show me your hand, Dens.” De...
The Nightmare is Real!
Nora had one of those headaches - the dreaded migraine. Even her lavender cure (a few drops of essential oil on the temples) was not working. Thank the heavens for small mercies it was not a workday - working with a migraine at her bake shop was a real challenge. Conscientious to the core though, Nora would not have called the shopkeeper next door to have him put a “sorry, closed” sign up, and would not have disappointed her customers. She would have put on a brave face and no one would ever know she felt under the weather. Weekend time meant tidying the apartment she shared with her brother. ...