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My favorite part about life here at Zenith Station is the mesmerizing display of lights that adorn the night sky. The hues in the sky are always incredibly vibrant, as though meticulously painted by the hands of the Gods themselves. Situated at the frontier of the universe, Zenith stands as one of the earliest colonies ever constructed. Initially intended as a mining outpost, remnants of its early days linger in the form of outdated technologies, casting the station in an atmospheric scent of aged minerals. Zenith hovers above the celestial ...
The cemetery lay still under the silver glow of the full moon, shadows stretching long across the rows of tombstones. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and ancient memories. Nathan Graves, his spectral form cloaked in a trench coat that billowed with the slight breeze, perched atop his own tombstone. His name, etched in cold stone, served as a chilling reminder of his past life. As Nathan lit a cigarette, the flame flickered in the darkness, briefly illuminating the lines of his determined ghostly face. He took a slow drag,...
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I can’t wait for this class to be over! Mr. Smith is especially chatty about molecular something or others today. Science is my worst subject. I just wish I could drop out and focus on my art. Smith looked my way and scoffed. “Harper! You looked at that clock ten times within the last few minutes! You clearly have somewhere urgent to be after school today. I will make you a deal. If you can tell me what I just talked about I will let the whole class out five minutes early.” A pool of stress washed over me as the entire class turned t...
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