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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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.
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Away to their left, a flight of cockatoos lifted from the gums and swung a pink cloud over the road and into the sun-burned bush. She watched them go, shielding her eyes and savouring the sight, knowing that was this could be the last time she ever saw a living bird. Not two weeks later she stood upon the edge of a frothing sea. The water was no longer tepid and refreshing, but bubbled and boiled, evaporating off into steam before her eyes. Behind her, society lay in pieces, crumbled along the ravaged earth that lay stretched out behind her – like a scar upon the planet. They were a…
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After “The incident” they’d taken Fran away, and now Eve was stuck with an identity confused bonsai plant.
