Crisis on Delphi_Giant Steps Are What You Take_The Heartless and the Solitary_Dejá Vu
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Crisis on Delphi
Chloe almost runs into the large corridor, her heels echo on the marble floor. “This is madness” she mumbles as she keeps forward until she reaches the end of it. There are open spaces on both sides of the corridor, and she can hear upset voices coming from every direction. This is a nightmare. She opens the dark wooden door and enters the reception. It’s a total mess. People are running in every direction. Some are holding piles of papers that can barely see in front of them as they run. Others are talking on their phones barking orders to the other end of the line. This is the worst-case ...
Giant Steps Are What You Take
Write your story from the perspective of a side character.Giant Steps Are What You Take On July 20th 1968, When Commander Neil Armstrong stepped out of the Lunar Module Eagle and stepped onto the moon and said the iconic words – ‘one small step for man one giant leap for mankind’, the people on Earth held their breath’s because they could not quite believe that at last a human being had actually walked on the moon. J. Patrick Lewis, poem ‘First Men on the Moon’ celebrated the landing on the ‘Eagle’:These are the first three verses:That afternoon in mid-July, Two pilgrims watched from distant s...
The Heartless and the Solitary
Thana let out a belch and slammed her empty tankard to the benchtop. A table of men at her right chuckled, then grew quiet at her pointed stare. Most knew better than to even cast a look her way, but drink made men brave. Thana didn't. Thana made men edgy and curious. Their instincts at war with their better judgment. Ordinarily, she enjoyed watching the battle play out behind their eyes. Enjoyed observing the slow death of sense and reason before they came to her like a fly to honey. But not today. Today, she was Nightshade. Poisonous. Fawww.onedoor.cctal. Thana slid her empty tankard to the table's ed...
Dejá Vu
Nothing is as it seems.I have woken from another dramatic dream and the world is different. Again. The pills I took last night did not keep the future from creeping into my thoughts, from morphing and altering the outside world into a demented version of what used to be.Just last week, I walked the streets of my town, waving at friends and neighbours. It was my hometown. I was welcomed by all. I sat in their homes, shared meals, laughed and cried and lived as a part of their society. Not today. Not ever again.For I have seen behind the veil. I have been shown what happens when the world is an ...