The Compass_A Taste of Home_For You I Will..._Running Man
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The Compass
"Guys... I thought we said no pets on the site."The archeologists stopped what they were doing and looked up at a stray cat. Miles into the desert, in the beating sun, stood a cat on a rock. Just an average, orange, fluffy tabby cat. In the middle of the desert. In the beating sun. Without a drop of water for miles. Licking her paws.On a rock. The crew was puzzled. One of them suggested it was a mirage, but then the cat meowed. Surely they all couldn't imagine the same thing. The captain decided to approach the cat. She poured some water from her cannister into a small bowl."Hey beauty," th...
A Taste of Home
He had not expected to meet another human at an ammonia bar on an ice-ball moon near the galactic core.She had purposely gone to this remote, silicon-based place to avoid meeting other humans. They didn’t even see each other at first, with their environment suits hiding their figures enough to blend into the crowd of large, shaggy people that called this place – both moon and dark circular tavern - home. He was ushered towards her by his current travel-buddies – a group of small, eight-limbed ferret-creatures taking a break from their studies. She was alerted to his approach ...
For You I Will...
“Yes sir, we have it. It’s a beautiful piece,” the woman on the phone said, igniting a fire in me.“Okay, can you hold it for me, please?” I asked, biting the nail of my manicured hand. There was silence on the other end of the line. Well, not silence. I could hear Bing Crosby singing about chestnuts roasting on an open fire loud and clear. But I wasn’t interested in him, his chestnuts, or his fire. I wanted to know if she was going to be able to hold the one thing that my wife wanted more than anything.“Well, Mr. Moses, that’s the thing.”Her voice was filled with hesitation. The hairs stood up...
Running Man
Sports jerseys. Defunct firearms. Leather notebooks bound by thread and twine. Dilan was a man of memorabilia.Mountains of gimmicks and curios, littered and stacked and filed with seemingly no order. This was far from the truth, however.www.onedoor.cc Dilan was an organised man. For what he was, he had to be, and he loved all the qualities that came with it; clarity, understanding, peace of mind. His belongings were exactly where he intended them to be, his time protected like a princess in a castle. In another life, he could be a project manager, doctor, or even a CEO of a major conglomerate.He didn't have...