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Charlie Banks pushed the glass door and stepped past the threshold; the glass was foggy and scratched, making it hard to see through. A bundle of bells on a string rang from above the door. It looked like a perfectly average thrift store, with shelves and racks lining the walls. Some seemed to stretch so high that they reached into the void-like fog of the ceiling, with items going out of sight. Some of the shelves were metal, some shelves were wood, and some were made of thin wire; others were made of pure stained glass. The shelves were co...
October 31st, 2005 - “Endings, change, transformation, transition.” Hannah presented the card, an armored man with his face hidden, on a horse, surrounded by people begging. That was accurate, at least. People begged for change, that doesn’t mean that they got it. “This is such horseshit,” is what Amelia said, “Total fucking horseshit. It’s a piece of fucking cardboard! What grand revelations am I going to be taught because of a piece of fucking cardboard.” “Miiiaaa,” Hannah whined, “Can you just do it, for me. Please.” There ...
It was the last day of her employment, and she couldn’t wait to die.She just wanted to go to college. She joined the army and ended up on this ship on the edge of two territories because she just wanted to pay for her college.This was supposed to be her last day before the ship docked on a planet at the edge of the galaxy, where she would dismount, and then she could do anything she wanted in her life; all she had to do was carve the path.She could practically taste the freedom.She was sick of these leaders who could look at the entire unive...
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