The Sixth_What is Family?_Stella and Ruby_Strawberries and Champagne
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The Sixth
“What are they looking for?”“Alien”“Why so far? We have one here.”“Do we?”“That strange jellyfish taken by the big ship and stranded here alone. Isn’t it alien too?”Look up and down, up and down, up and down “your brain must be eaten by aliens.”“Do I have a brain?”“Do we have a brain?”“Guys stop! They are looking for a new home.”“Why?”“They wrecked Earth down and forget how to fix it.”“Disassemble.”“What?”“’Wreck’ used when they know the consequences, but they were too stupid to know that. Remember when they found that oil www.onedoor.ccfrom the ground? The whales were cheering along with them. Oh, poor wha...
What is Family?
"Mmm, the best part about living in a home with a porch," Erin thought to herself while she attempted to cuddle up on the worn out wicker patio sofa, "being able to quietly sit outside with tea while everyone else is asleep."She loved the huge tree that was near the house, but it seemed to be too talkative that night. What's going on, squirrels, birds? The branches were active. The crickets were battling the volume with their own song too. Was it just a great night to be social? Great them but Erin actually wanted to just sit and zone out. As if the world read her thoughts, everything stopped...
Stella and Ruby
Stella and Ruby were the best of friends. Everyone knew it. At five, they learned to fly together, their bony still-growing wings struggling to beat as they jumped from low tree branches onto the ground with their small hands, sticky from pilfered candies and sap, linked between them. It took them weeks, but they came out strong and soaring with matching scrapes on their knees and their cheeks appled up with glee. Once they learned how to write, they passed so many notes in class that their teachers gave up trying to stop them. By the third grade, the teachers knew to put them next to each o...
Strawberries and Champagne
“… And then what?”“And then what, what? That’s it.”“That can’t be it.”“I’m sorry, but that’s it. That’s the end.”“Well then, we’ve got a problem.”“What? No we don’t, I told you everything I remember.”“Not everything.”“I’m telling the truth, I- wait, what’s that? What are you doing?”“One more chance. And then what?”“I- You can’t do this, I’m telling the truth, I swear-”***The recording ends with a bang and a fizz. Like the worst bottle of champagne in the world. I can’t help but shift in the chair. Metal, uncomfortable and easy to clean. Everything smells of bleach, but I can swear that there’s...