Month: November 2017

Lost and Found

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Found: lost soul. Appears ancient, but in actuality quite young. Wispy and dreamy. Blue and gold. Was found near bus stop in Georgetown.

Sarah looked up from her laptop, out the window at the drizzling rain. The fog it made on the window brought those words back to her mind: Wispy and dreamy. Blue and gold. She had lost her soul so long ago, but this one sounded like hers.

But it couldn’t be hers. Search as she did through the classifieds, no lost and found column could describe her soul.

Her soul was dead.

You just know these things.

United

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I’m ready.

The mask is drawn over my face and head, as it’s drawn over yours.

Soon we’ll be one mind, united. I’ve been waiting for this day ever since the day I first met you. I’ll be every part of you from this moment on, and you’ll be every part of me, one mind in two bodies.

It begins, and I see your inner thoughts. They are… Ugly. Hideous. Spiteful. Hateful. You don’t even love me; you just saw this as a means to an end.

Oh God.

I can see all of you.

And you’re in me now.

The Fall

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You humans speak of the Fall as a terrifyingly quick event, as if we just fell from the sky at terminal velocity and crashed to the earth. But it wasn’t that sort of Fall. It was, rather, a descent, terrifyingly slow in our inability to turn back, stepping softly onto the ground at the end.

But one must think if we were able to climb down, then surely we can climb up again, slow and steady, step by step. Given enough time, maybe we could even reach the heavens from which we started. Maybe we can take back what’s ours.

What’s Left

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His joints squeaked as he pushed and pulled through the hallway. The gravity had been the first thing to go, but he had no problems moving in zero. The humans getting used to it had quit being a problem when the life support gave out.

He turned a corner, his elbow creaking. He passed through the doorway into the observation deck. There was nothing new to see. The station’s position was the same, dead in the water.

But he still enjoyed the view.

He reached the window, and everything squealed as he settled. The oil supply was gone now too.