*BLEEP* *BLEEP* *BLEEP*
The blast of sound jolted my aching body from slumber. Continue reading “Lightyears. (Week 15: Fiction)” →
Continue reading “A Conversation. (Week 14: Fiction)” →
She was motionless, curled up beneath borrowed clothes. Bitter cold somehow found its way to her pale hands, so she tucked them closer to her body. Continue reading “Ash. (Week 13: Fiction)” →
Sometimes, if I strain my eyes hard enough, I can see him as he sits on that mahogany chair we bought at Gravesend all those years ago; eyebrows furrowed and pen in hand. Continue reading “A Letter. (Week 8: Fiction)” →
I put down the manual and looked around the room for a few moments before my gaze settled on the mess of parts in the center of the workshop. It was almost done. Continue reading “Ornithopter. (Week 7: Fiction)” →
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