Rescued as a young boy from his burning Space City, Asher Dow dreams of one day returning to the Cruiser Lullaby.
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One weekend, three stories, 2,450 words. * Image Credit: http://d4n13l3.deviantart.com/art/Only-a-spaceship-196544367
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I wouldn't be surprised if one day I wake up and find that Jasper actually has taken off to the drive-through.
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A micro fiction about my experience snorkelling at Noumea.
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There is a moment of silence - brief and overshadowed - a hush that falls just before the rumble of noise begins. A feeling grows in the momentary quiet (which is not quite silence but rather anticipation). There is a noise to anticipation. A hum. A buzz that starts in your feet and builds to your chest, igniting in your soul. Lights go up, the sound check crackles and a voice cat calls. A single, solitary call. But not for long.
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Sometimes it only takes a small irritant to ignite a big explosion.
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Yesterday I was married to the most perfect man I could ever have hoped to meet.
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Seeing as my wedding is coming up (in two weeks! Help!), I thought I’d share something that I included in my wedding invites. A short little clip about how my hubby-to-be and I met.   Chapter I The First Kiss They shared a hug at the top of the stairwell, just outside her front door. ‘Drive safe tomorrow,’ he said. ‘Thanks,’ she murmured. ‘See you later,’ he said. ‘Yeah, you too,’ she replied, her heart fluttering in her chest, her courage failing. As he descended the stairs, getting further and further away from her, a voice hissed out from behind her. ‘What are you doing? Go after him!’ ‘I can’t!’ ‘Of course…
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Things have been a bit hectic lately, so this was all I managed for last week’s aspirations – it’s not complete, but it’s something. Guerrilla The next turn was three kilometres up the road. Just three. I’m counting the metres. Five more to the next electricity pole. To that red mailbox. To the blue car with the smashed windows. And bullet holes. Eyes on the road not on the red. Glass crinkles under the tires. Don’t pop, don’t pop. No, no, no just keep peddling. Don’t burst. Now to that overturned truck. Two more k’s. Whirring tires and panting breaths, keeping match to my heart. Thud, thud, thud. Just one…
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Instead, I rather liked this story it as it is. It has a certain melancholy, a bittersweetness that I quite like. It's not a happy story, not even close, but I do enjoy it and I hope that you will too - even if it makes you sad.
