Special Agent Eric Paulson stood in my doorway, with a goofy smile on his thin lips. He flicked away his still burning cigarette. Snowflakes melted on his grey stubby chin.
“What do you want?” I asked. Bitterness seeped from the back of my throat. I wanted to spit it out, but words fell out instead. “Seven. Years.” He didn’t even call when my sweet little Anna died. Continue reading “Cursed, not Gifted”
Part 1 – Safe Atmosphere
part 2 – I’m that kind of guy
part 3 – Judge, Jury &Executioner
The safe sign and the notification flash on the screen shield, blink and then fade away. The pressure sensors in the seats activate the engine. Gently purring, the rover comes to life, instruments flare up on the dashboard and project unto windshield. The underground magnetic guidance system pings back on its navigation, showing their position on the southern hemisphere of the Moon.
“Great booty, innit?” Terry nudges Larry’s elbow, as they take their helmets off. Larry, Terry’s twin brother, is paler than usual. His grey eyes scan the inside of the cabin. No Chinese or Cyrillic characters, he sighs with relief. Blue arrows project unto the screen, showing the routes to the nearest landmarks. Tycho Crater is eighteen kilometers away. Surveyor Tycho City is six points seven, and Surveyor Seven fourteen kilometers north-to-northeast. “Lots of bucks.” Terry pats and kisses the console affectionately. He pulls his thin lips into a satisfied grin and straps into his seat. In the knowledge of a job well done, he holds out his palm and awaits the high-five.
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A Chuck Wending prompt – RANDOM SONG TITLE STORY CHALLENGE
Song title: “Do I wanna know?” by Arctic Monkeys
I bolt for the door, but have no chance…
He has me!
Yanks me back. Right away.
He drags me to the furthermost corner of the room.
His grip in my hair is so strong! Ouch! STOP! Why is he so strong? I stand up. Why is he so incredibly fast? I don’t even see him move! How is this even possible? I got pulled back so fast and so easily as if I have no weight at all.
“Gomen nasai!” I stammer. My apologizing has no visible effect- Why is this happening to me? Why won’t he let me go?
Continue reading “Do I wanna know?”