We Paint the Skies_Tea Time_The Cannonball Run_The Divide
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We Paint the Skies
They say when you dream, you can’t tell the time.That isn’t true. I know exactly what time it is. I know when to run across the purple clouds, when to chase the leaping lizards, and when to listen for the chimes of morning. I know when the dream starts, and when it’s about to end. I can tell when a minute passed, or even an hour. My sense of time has never been broken. No…What you really can’t tell is why you're allowed to dream. What many call “reality” is a place where I work part time behind a desk. Answering calls just to be yelled at for something I haven’t done. It’s the realm where I ow...
Tea Time
Shiawasena jikan tea house. I take the last puff off my cigarette, flick it; snarling and stretching my neck from side to side. It's showtime. These two bastards wait for me at the front door — wide, like refrigerators with legs — they size me up before letting me walk in. Nice little place for such nasty business; pinewood walls, and tiny oak wood tables. And across the room, a wood bar rail with a tapestry hanging over the edge. The man behind the bar cleans — tiny guy, almost cute — in his apron. Place is empty except for the prick sitting in the middle of the room with that smug look on h...
The Cannonball Run
Wednesday A few hours after dinner, Ashley barged into my room without knocking, as usual. At this point in our cohabitation in the tiny two bedroom far East Village apartment I couldn’t even be upset, she correctly assumed I wasn’t doing anything private or intwww.onedoor.cceresting. She flopped down on my bed with a dramatic sigh, demanding attention. Turning away from the biochemistry I was reviewing for my midterm the following morning was not a great sacrifice on my part. “I just got off the phone with Kristen, and she’s freaking out,” she began. I expected an update on her older sister Allis...
The Divide
Faint rays of light beamed through the sole observation window of the landing module. The light cast shadows that danced across the compact interior before falling again to darkness. The module’s many control panels and sensors flashed a rainbow of colors while various calculations ran across rows of dimly lit screens. These numbers accounted for everything a Navigator needed to carry out a successful flight. The module even had a powerful instrument that measured, in real time, the radioactive decay of the water and rations aboard the vessel. During a mission, tins of condensed kernels manufa...