Through the Bedroom Window_it is only a job_Diagnostics_A Strange Acquaintance
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Through the Bedroom Window
The tranquillitwww.onedoor.ccy of the late evening was shattered by a scream of terror. A light flicked on in Donna's bedroom, and Mike's coffee mug shattered on the path as he spun on his heel and flew through the house and up the spiral stair. Donna's wail was louder, more strident with every stride Mike took. Even taking the stairs three and four at a time, he registered vaguely that she hadn't paused for breath: how could a twelve-year-old possibly have so much air in her lungs? He rammed the door squarely with his shoulder, caring neither for the damage he might do to the doorframe or for his own safe...
it is only a job
Allergies? Sure, I have a lot of them. I am not able to use soap. I am not able to use Era or Tide on my clothing. I can not stand dust. Smells at times make my nose wiggle so badly that I start to cough and sneeze. I live in the shadows these days because of my latest problem with the sun. Light? Not electric light. No. The sun’s light? Yes.That is how I came to my profession, I suppose. I lurk in the shadow worlds these days. Not many people even realize I exist. I have been in hiding in the shadows for years now. My work? I do at night. I’m what some people call a lurker. However, professio...
Diagnostics
A red indicator light caught my eye, jarring me to sudden alertness. It hadn’t been on the last time I had scanned that array. I leaned across the padded armrest of the captain’s chair to flick it a couple of times with my fingernail. No luck. My go-to method for spaceship repair had failed.“Talk to me, Hal. What’s going on?” I called up towards the ceiling.“The oxygen sensor in holding tank 4BZ-9 is registering a malfunction, Doctor,” answered the ship’s computer in a toneless voice. “May I remind you that it is traditional for crewmembers to refer to me by the name of the ship?”“I’ll ...
A Strange Acquaintance
As she sauntered along the gravelly road, you could immediately tell she was a foreigner. The town’s plaza was always swamped with familiar faces. Maybe if her wardrobe was similar to the townsfolk she could have been considered as one of them. However, her ensemble consisting of knee-high heel boots, black jeans, and a black crop top paired with a leather jacket that was partly covered by a half-open cloak proved that neither was she from this town or any of the neighbouring towns. She was certainly an alien to the contemporary dress code, which sparked the question amongst the town’s dweller...