A Cold Play_Switched Off_The Presentation_Hell Thickets
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A Cold Play
-Look at the stars... They’re shining bright for you...-That’s a little on the nose, Strickland.-Sorry. Old habit.I had always thought Herbert was more Slipknot than Coldplay. Go figure. We were lying in what I thought was an old shopping mall parking lot, next to an old van and a pickup that seemed caught in the middle of mating. It was a perfect summer sky, no clouds, no moon. So I could basically reach out and grab a fistful of stars if I had that cosmic power. I had only seen a sky this perfect once, in the mountains of Venezuela. Right next to the Chama river, that night that we-----C’mon...
Switched Off
Switched Off. 2:00pm on the eighth of May. That was when he decided to switch off. Or rather, he decided to pack up and get the heck out of there. Switching off and going analogue was only part of it. His fiancée had just left him for another guy and he was laid off at work; they were planning to replace him with a machine. A four-year science degree, a Masters in biology, and a PhD; all for nothing. Who knew that a computer could measure soil acidity better than he could. They told him that he could probably get work elsewhere, but he just didn’t care anymore. He looked up to see the skyline ...
The Presentation
Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. All youwww.onedoor.ccr possessions are inside that leather box with a handle - all the possessions that you care about, anyway. You’re going to war. Ever since you were little, you wanted to fly, dreaming of building your own spaceship that could take you to the stars. Now, you’re all grown up. You’re finally ready, your whole life building up to this. Now you’ve got a plan, an idea. And now the fight begins to make that idea a reality. It feels liberating, as well as daunting, to hold your whole life’s work in your hands. Everything about you, decades of work, a...
Hell Thickets
The nervous sweat pouring off me and dripping from my forehead, burning its way into my eyes. The smell of earth, potent. My fingernails are caked with dirt. Terrified, malnourished, and running from my last scene of a crime. I force myself to be quite. I’m hiding from a stranger whom I fear , I may know a little too well in the next few moments.Recollection of recent past , runs wild throughout my head. Hell, at least what I think has been the past. I really haven’t been too good with keeping up with the times, lately. What was I doing and how did I end up here? I forget at that instant where...