The First Martian_Escaping the Story_Broken Chains_Where Does the Time Go?
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The First Martian
'The door made a slight groan as it was opened. She entered the passenger seat and sat down. But he did not know her, although she smiled at him.'Ralph pushed his chair away from his table and decided impromptu that a shower would do him some good. The last time he wrote a story of a runaway, a bath with the salts had done wonders to his head and helped him complete it. Fifty dollars to that story, he was convinced, must have been fetched by the magic of his style. He was also convinced that the two-fifty could have been his, which was awarded to the Requiem instead. In no uncertain terms had ...
Escaping the Story
“Well, I’ll be gobsmacked!” a blonde girl whispered to herself just after rousing from the floor. Her sparkling brown eyes were fixated on the red-headed boy strapped to a chair. He disorientedly opened his eyes and observed the small, cozy living room. The boy looked about fourteen. The two girls and chinchilla on the floor beside the blonde girl quickly roused as well.The blonde girl was wearing long overalls with a white shirt underneath. The brunette girl was wearing denim skinny jeans and a bright yellow sweater. The last girl, who was a ginger, was wearing a short, white dress. They all ...
Broken Chains
It was cloudy that day and Timothy wasn’t in the mood for a walk. Usually on his mornings walks he was always cheerful and friendwww.onedoor.ccly but today he felt differently. Lately, Timothy felt moody and groggy. His neighbors and co-workers complained to Timothy that he wasn’t his usual self, he always responded “I don’t know what it is, I just haven’t been feeling the moment.” People always smile “Don’t worry it will get better” or “Been there before” and Timothy’s favorite response is “You gotta find the spark and make your life more bright.”But, the past week Timothy woke up startled in his sleep; ...
Where Does the Time Go?
"Mom! Where are the batteries?" I slam the hardware drawer shut with a little too much force, hearing loose screws rattle in protest. "Last time I saw them they were in your room on your dresser." My little brother, Adam, chimes in. I turn to glare at him, his beady little brown eyes sparkling with amusement. "Why were you in my room?" "I needed some tweezers and I knew you had some hiding in your makeup bag. I knew you wouldn't mind. Charlie and I were having a bit of an issue with...something." Adam smiles as he watches my expression move between disgust and outrage. Charlie was ...