The day the earth stood CHILL_Twenty Years and Half a Day from Now_Alone_Atonement by Proxy
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The day the earth stood CHILL
I always hated ice. Not the playing in the snow and making earth angels kind of hate. It was more that my molars weren't much enthused by cold drinks and ice-cream. I also seemed to have an unnatural affliction to brain freeze.I told my sister Terry once, "If I am gonna fuxkin die in the apocalypse, it would probably be from ice and brain freeze". She laughed and threw her plushy dog pillow at my head.Who knew that the end of the world would have had me facing one of my greatest fears. Well, this is how it all began. It was also on exactly the same day my boyfriend William came back from colle...
Twenty Years and Half a Day from Now
All the stars were out, as they were every night, and day. The stars of Jupiter’s spring were familiar and comforting. At least the stars wouldn’t change. Twenty years from now, when she was planned to wake, the stars www.onedoor.ccwould remain. Even on Io, she wouldn’t view a drastically different view from Europa. Would she?Fatima had never been to Io. The fighting had begun six years before, when she was only thirteen and just arranging for her debut into society. She’d never left her moon, then, and only rarely had now. Too much of a risk, the only daughter. The only trading point.Because it always came...
Alone
Seventeen year old Samira had never found it hard to be alone no matter where she was. Whether she had been in school - she would find a corner with a book and read. When she was at home, she would go outside and enter the woods behind the house and find a tree to climb up and spend hours there, reading, thinking and listening. She would sit at the dinner table with her parents and her two year old brother, Tootie, and daydream through their conversations. She must have daydreamed right through the talks of what to do if zombies had taken over, though she somehow doubted they spoke of those t...
Atonement by Proxy
It's odd that the things one has little to no control over can produce the most profound guilt. The same guilt that had Lily's guts in knots. Her client was dead. If she had been there a few minutes earlier she could have prevented it.Lily checked her outfit, crisp western-style suit in a medium brown-grey. Her porcelain-pale skin, pale blue eyes, and white hair with spiked blue tips contrasting with the warm brown. As a member of the Board of Security Professionals, this was to be her first time to stand on the other side of the bench in a hearing.She took a deep breath and entered the heari...