Battle of the banana bread_War Machine_Skadi's Skrying_The Fight for The Real World
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Battle of the banana bread
The morning had set in, warm, loaded with the heat of the night and no promise of a cool change. Janice could feel the heat of the buzzing electrical billboards stinging her face as she parked her bicycle outside the cafe. The fourth 50-degree day in a row couldn’t depress her though. Her friend Mel approached with an attitude like the black scorch marks of stickers ripped from the back of road signs, smeared in carbon and impossible to remove. Janice and Mel played a game whenever they met because Mel hated small talk, even with her friends. So, they devised a good question for each othwww.onedoor.ccer to...
War Machine
The mood was grim on the front lines. Arthur picked his way through the soldiers that sat about, watching the distant ships in orbit. They were only black specs for now, but they’d be here soon to rain hellfire from above. The quiet, forested valley lulled as if it could feel the coming terror. Every now and then someone would check their pulse rifle, aiming up at the clouds. Calibrated sights or not, he didn’t think they stood much of a chance. As he entered the heart of the camp, he saw the artillery being loaded. One of those cannons could take a chunk out of the moon. The whole valley wa...
Skadi's Skrying
The temperature plummeted. Windows frosted. Lights flickered. Skadi uncurled from before the crackling fireplace. A feat of engineering, it was a verticle hotplate, operated by a thermostat near the door. With smart technology, she could conjure any digital image with the tap of a button on the remote. If she could remember where the remote was. Moving with swiftness through the tiny chalet, she approached the thermostat. Nestled between the door and the master lights, she tapped it up several degrees. Moving to the window, she pulled the heavy curtain aside. Pure, white, snow-covered the bott...
The Fight for The Real World
June 23, 2024、 Time-12:30 a.m. (midnight). It was a beautiful night. The full moon filled the sky with a beautiful white light. Walter, a 25 year old, was looking outside the window, gazing into the amazing night sky. “ I will savor this scene for my entire life in heaven”, he thought. He took out his pen and a notepad, and scribbled some lines. It was going to be his last poem. He wanted this to be as lovely and romantic as possible, a poem which will help all the people on earth ease their sadness and grief, and look into the positives of life and beauty of mother earth that were taken for ...