Category: Writing
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The Joining
Today was the day. It was time for The Joining. He’d waited so long for it, learning about what it would mean, how it would elevate him to a higher plane of existence and understanding, and how it would be the most joyous moment of this life so far. And how it promised to be…
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Pit Stop
The old fuelling station circled the fourth moon of Gavrom. It’s thrusters could barely stop its orbit decaying, sending the the whole rickety mass plunging into the desolate purple regolith below. It was held together with string and needed constant repair. Kel tightened another rusting pipe junction and smacked the end of his wrench into…
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Never Getting That Back
Ken sighed. He’d been waddling through this queue for three hours now, and he was at the front. But they’d just closed half the windows, and the people being attended to all seemed to be taking an age. He shuffled from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the pain in his legs. Queues…
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Alien Day
Caustic wind howled across the black plain, kicking up eddies of dust that scratched at her visor. And each scratch was being eaten by the wind. These suits wouldn’t last as long as they’d predicted. Lieutenant Mara only hoped they would last long enough. Beside her, just out of the field of vision her helmet…
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Only Haircuts Run For President
They knocked on the door at one in the morning. As knocks go, it was a pretty violent one. It splintered the door frame, and left one half of the door hanging limply from the bottom hinge, and the other half on the floor with dozens of footprints on the paintwork. A pink piece of…
