Footprints on the Edge_To Phoenix is No Myth_How I Found You_Plot Twist
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Footprints on the Edge
The most rational of men, Josh Rowbotham founded an entirely new scientific field which he named “Astro-Biochemistry.” When Astronomy magazine, in a four-page puff piece complete with photos of Josh and his lab, asked him to describe Astro-Biochemistry, he poetically responded, “Seeking the footprints of life at the edge of the universe.”Josh used telescope spectroscopy to identify the building blocks of life on exoplanets revolving distant stars. He observed light shifts occurring billions of years ago, signs of the joining of elements into chemicals, some of which had the potential to become...
To Phoenix is No Myth
Frantically I just kept pressing the “LIKE” button as though the more I hit it, the more it would come back to me. Isn’t that what they say? What you give, you get. Well, I was in need of being liked. Right now I was greasy and grimy and unshowered behind the computer screen, a pathetic unwashed dollop of depression. I could smell myself: morning breath mingling with the stale musk of 9 hours of sweating under sheets. I loathed myself. My tangled, dark hair was completely in my face, but somehow the agitation was needed. I felt brushing it away was more than I deserved, swww.onedoor.cco I left it there as ...
How I Found You
How I Found YouTrudy was sitting on the drive with the engine running as I rounded the corner. As soon as she saw me, she gave a casual wave and pulled off through a cloud of exhaust smoke. It would have been nice if she’d had time to stop and say hello given what day it was, but she looked rushed as usual. It wasn’t as though I was asking for a lot, such as to find a warm, heavenly-scented bath drawn for me after the end of another long night shift. I sighed as I realised that she hadn’t had time to deal with the latest offering to our wall either. Typical. Usually it was a lone glove, keys ...
Plot Twist
Silence cloaked the moonlit expanse. Shanti held her breath, unwilling to break the spell. Gazing upwards, her eyes got lost in the myriad of stars, shining in various wave lengths.It was after midnight. Shanti was alone on the neighbourhood baseball field. The baseball field wasn't much more than a patch of dried grass and double-g's several kilometres from the outskirts of town with no street lights. The dim outlines of the spotlights could be seen hulking around her, the great metal trees that they were. It was the only place dark enough for her to be able to do that which she wanted to do....