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The Children of Dawn
There exists, in a dark and forgotten recess of the universe, a small, red star. It is one among a hundred billion nearly identical suns, and all of these are the least of the stars in the cosmos.But this star is special, for it has a name: Lor. It was given this name by the creatures that live beneath its crimson light, circling slowly on their little rock. This planet sits so near to its star that it becomes tidally locked – one of its faces is perpetually scorched by Lor, while the other is eternally sealed in glaciers taller than any mountain.But in between, where the bridge of twilight j...
Alternate Realities
“They are mindless reeds, drifting wherever wind guides them. They can grow under artificial sunlight if they believe it is real. What is real?-- they are not sure. And if we claim to have the answers, they’ll drift like lost sheep into our fence, put down their scythes and live in the world their brains have cultivated unbeknownst to them” -Only Chance Application, Page 70, Chapter 10Xin was close, very close. The hum of old baseboard heating in the beach home vibrated with contempt, desire, a special secret lying in this repulsive reality. And Xin couldn’t wait to wipe the floors clean ...
Window 2
"A seed doesn't grow without soil.""What?""A seed doesn't grow without soil," Marius said conclusively. The 25-year-old always spoke as if his words were the very last to be spoken, the very deepest to be spoken, the legacy of humankind echoing throughout the cosmos."Well, no shit, Marius."Marius sat at a large bay window overlooking half of humanity. He leaned his head towards the glass in annoyance. "I meant the human spirit," he sighed, looking towards the stars like they were spotlights on his personal play. Then he looked back at the Earth, growing ever-smaller as he ascended "down" the l...
Debunker
My name is Jonathan Adams, no relwww.onedoor.ccation to our second or sixth presidents; I’m just a simple man with simple aims; I’m what you might label a doubter, a skeptic, a cynic, a debunker, and I’ve spent the last two decades going to extremes to find the truth in order to expose magicians, alien abductees, ghost hunters, monster spotters, and especially so-called psychics. However, there was one fortune-teller in particular that I’ve always wanted to humble; her professional name is Madame Evelyn.She and I are approximately the same age, both around forty, and she’s been practicing her fraudulent for...