The Rocks_Six Shades of Splendid_The Fraudulent Flight_A Christmas Carol, Recycled
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The Rocks
It was a Tuesday morning that everything changed for Maddie. It wasn't really Tuesday morning, that was just the time it was back on earth in Houston. Up here on the ESS, it wasn't Tuesday morning anymore than it was Christmas eve. Thinking too much about that gave Maddie a headache though so she tried not to concentrate on it. She was preparing for her daily observations, part of her routine dictated by a room full of people a lot smarter than her, when she saw it. The thing that changed everything. It didn't look like much at first, two rotating dots on the scope. "Hrm, that's weird." s...
Six Shades of Splendid
Saturday had already turned out to be six shades of splendid and it wasn’t even 9 A.M. yet. To begin with, he had rolled out of bed this morning with nary an ache or a pain throughout his entire body. Now that was a welcomed rarity at his age. Then there was the fact that he wasn’t feeling www.onedoor.ccthe least bit hung-over. Even after a fun-filled Friday night of heavy drinking and ingesting some cannabis edible in the form of a passion fruit flavored lollipop which purportedly contained a whopping 66 milligrams of THC. Next, after brushing his teeth and enjoying a bracing shower, the toenail of the big...
The Fraudulent Flight
GDL 11:03 - MEX 12:20, MEX 13:45 - DFW 15:30, the popular flight app displayed. “Dude it's not a bad flight for $300 bucks,” I told my brother as we sipped coffee at ‘La borra del café. “You won’t have enough time to catch your next flight in Mexico City,” He replied without even looking up from his laptop, “Trust me, I have been to that airport multiple times, and one hour is not enough time.” I was skeptical, I mean I had never been to Mexico City’s but a little over an hour to walk from one terminal to another? That’s more than plenty of time.“Plus you still have to go to the immigrati...
A Christmas Carol, Recycled
(Some strong language) Cornelia’s roommate had just gotten back from Trader Joe’s. Cornelia could hear the wheeze of the refrigerator door opening and closing, punctuated by cheerful slams of cupboard doors in an uneven rhythm, accompanied by the staccato and rustle of emptied paper bags being snapped through the air and then carefully folded and tossed into their place in the stack of paper bags under the sink.Cornelia’s roommate Sally was always careful to insist on paper bags at checkout and insisted again on preserving them for next time under the sink and never once remembered to take the...