Return By January 27th 2136_A Brazilian Stampede_The Monster in the Dark_a Song of Borrowing and Ret
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Return By January 27th 2136
“Systems coming online. Disengaging hypersleep now. We are approaching our destination,” echoed the computer voice.Nate massaged his temples and sat up in his hypersleep pod. Despite his vision being blurred, he could see the other pods opening their lids. Waking from hypersleep felt like nasty hangover. Nate got the feeling that his crewmates wouldn’t be in the mood for conversation.The crew members slowly made their way to the mess hall, desperate for something to nurse their hangovers. No one said a word to each other as they heated their insta-meals. It reminded Nate of his days in college...
A Brazilian Stampede
“The plan, if yowww.onedoor.ccu can believe it, is to sleep on Copacabana beach on New’s Year’s night,” Samy chuckled to the stranger. The stranger who might have been processing the words slowly because it wasn’t spoken in his native language furrowed his brows to form a teepee on his forehead. But when he responded it was clear he had understood, “That is not a good idea. It is quite crowded there, not safe to sleep.” Samy shrugged her shoulders and responded in her usual nonchalant tone of deferring problems to later in time, “Yea we will figure it out. Thanks for the drink, keep the change.”Samy and I g...
The Monster in the Dark
I hate the darkness. Always reminding me of my childhood basement. The silence lets my mind wander. Often getting lost. No matter, here I sit. Locked in the library. Confined by darkness. Patrons have gone away. Night descends upon the building. Yet here I remain. I wander the halls. How is it I came to be here? Looking for my way out. One minute, I was reading. Enthralled in the plot. Wrapped up in the theme. The next minute darkness. Forgotten here. Put down like, a poorly written story. I run to the books. They have always been my guide. They glow with the light of magic. Even in intense d...
a Song of Borrowing and Returning
There Harley stood. Lighter in his right hand, jerry can of gasoline in his left. Fully loaded Glock 22 safely holstered on his hip. Flashlight in his left pocket, 2 live flashbangs in his right. Battering ram strapped to his back. Kevlar vest, Kevlar helmet.There Kent sat, detonator in his left hand, peppa pig full story collection in his right. An army knife in his right pocket. Riot shield on its side leaning against his lounge chair. Kent wasn't scared, he'd set up his house as an impenetrable fortress. And Harley intended to enter."are you sure this is how you want to do things? it's not...