“What do you think?” Ilyen asked, taking another bite out of his dinner. The burrito juice dribbled out of the end of the paper wrapping, spilling onto the metal of the car. It sizzled gently when it hit. “Think?” Gyn replied, looking over at his husband with confusion. “Of the view,” Ilyen asked, gesturing out … More Peace
“There is no way on this side of the eleven circles of afterlife I am eating that,” Tanker scrunched his nose up at the proffered sandwich. “Oh come on,” Flanks said next to him, her voice crackling over the comms unit, “why the hell not.” “I ain’t got any idea of what’s in it,” Tanker … More No way I’m eating that
“We’re not fighting, not anymore.” Geiler held out her hand and dropped her gun on the floor. It rang out across the silent cavern with a resounding thud. “We’re not fighting?” Cenrath’s words rumbled at Gelier, a warning. Don’t take this too far. Gelier squared her shoulders. She could feel the eyes of her squadron … More No Fighting, Not Anymore
“What do you think?” Ilyen asked, taking another bite out of his dinner. The burrito juice dribbled out of the end of the paper wrapping, spilling onto the metal of the car. It sizzled gently when it hit. “Think?” Gyn replied, looking over at his husband with confusion. “Of the view,” Ilyen asked, gesturing out … More Peace (Stories on a Theme – “Hope”)
Winya dropped her bags on the floor. The metal floor rung out as the heavy bags slammed into the floor. Winya winced. Rugs, then, Winya thought, looking around her tiny apartment. The apartments on Esl-5 were small, expected really given the relative infancy of the nation. The habitable parts of the planet were only two … More The Runners (Stories on a Theme – “Hope”)
Anya shut her eyes and let the music drift over her pounding headache. The speakers were on their lowest setting, so as not to make it worse. The rain hammering against the glass of her window managed to drown out most of the notes apart from the few high pitched ones. A gentle ping of … More Music (Stories on a Theme – “Soft”)
It wasn’t a loud feeling that skittered over Yulia’s skin. It was a soft, gentle one that gave her a hint that talking to Marielle would be a good idea. Maybe some would call it fate, but Yulia didn’t ascribe anything to fate. Everything in this metal casket was hard fought for, all the way … More Inkling (Stories on a Theme – “Soft”)
Rain hammered around them. Another storm, this one would hopefully pass quickly. In that moment, Rantia did not feel the rain smacking into her shoulders and soaking her clothes. She was lost in her memories, of happier times, of a home that was full of love and joy and wonder. “You ready?” Veran’s voice crackled … More Finding Home (Stories on a Theme – “Soft”)
Hannah looked over the birth certificate on her screen. The writing was difficult to make out, but she could just about see the word Mary Jane Smith etched into the paper. Her great-great-great grandmother. She tapped the few buttons to add Mary Jane Smith to her virtual tree. The computer page flickered, changing to show … More Family Tree (Stories on a Theme – “Family”)
“Can I sit?” Yanet looked up from her lunch. The woman, a newbie by the yellow stripes on her arms, stood with her tray of food. She had her newly issued cropped haircut, her curly hair springing out around her face like a halo. “Yes, of course,” Yanet said. What else was she supposed to … More Solitary Confinement (Stories on a Theme – “Isolate”)
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