No Second Chance_Do Stars Have Eyes?_Cat to the Chase_A letter from the moon.
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No Second Chance
~INTRO~Sweat slicks up my hair and dirt blankets the extreme burns on my face. My lips are chapped and bloody, and my tongue isn’t even damp anymore. The past few months have been a matter of staying alive and nothing will stop me from resisting the heat. I know that I have to stop soon. If I don’t eat something, my starvation will be more dangerous than the reason I’m running in the first place. There are no longer leaves and underbrush under my feet, only ashes and bits of burned leaves. I know I have to find a place that isn’t sco...
Do Stars Have Eyes?
Do Stars Have Eyes?“Did you volunteer, or were you forced to be here?” The stranger asks me, and I shrug.www.onedoor.cc I don’t know what to say or perhaps I don’t want to spell it out for the flag-wearing stranger next to me.“I’m not sure.”“I volunteered,” the stranger claims almost proudly. “I am doing it for my country.” Ah, the patriotic one, I thought. My third cousin, a worker at one of these testing facilities across the country said that the volunteers fell into three different categories: the patriotic ones, the poetic ones, and then the paranoid ones. The paranoid volunteers wander around with wi...
Cat to the Chase
Thirteen moons glittered down from the smog-packed sky. Their silvery light cast ethereal glows across the glass sidewalks and streets. The purple gas trapped below their feet danced and spun like living creatures. As polluted as Neptune was, still beauty could be found. Of course, Ace Lowell was too busy to seek out the beauty of his home planet. He had a job to do. His nineteenth birthday. This had been the day he had tossed and turned over each night. This was the day his dream was finally supposed to come true. And, up to a point, everything had worked out exactly as he had imagined...
A letter from the moon.
My darling Rene, That passion you were complaining that I lack. Well, here it is. I am writing you a letter. I can hear your shocked gasp in my head at this moment. Rather old school isn’t it? Yes, trust me as I put pen to paper the weirdness of this action is abundantly clear to me. That’s just what I would do for you – anything (in case I wasn’t clear). Sthandwa sam, mi amor, my love (yes, three languages) it turns out I’m quite well-versed in the language of love, despite your accusations. This seems to be going well, somewhat. I guess I’ll find out in a few days (That seems like a rather l...