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The smell of rotten cabbage is horrendous and not easy to forget.The lush verdant landscape of the Pacific Northwest is lovely to look at. It often beguiles many to dream of themselves gazing down from the crest of one of these glorious mountains. Even if that view comes from a neighborhood for the rich, the stench of gangrenous decay is not one youâd think youâd be forced to endure. If only I didnât have to smell that putrid funk again.When that smell hits you, it feels like your senses are getting whacked with a mallet. I ...
A stunningly gorgeous blonde opens my office door and leans in to whisper, âI have to cancel tonight and this weekend.â I smile as I lean across my desk and quietly ask, âwhy are we whispering?â Jill, my wife, starts to giggle. âOops, thought you were on the phone. You typically close the door when youâre on speakerphone.â Ugh. I forgot about the door again. âYeah, that ca...
A horrendous stench overwhelmed Lance as he grudgingly wedged himself in through the broken side door into the dilapidated, abandoned factory. Here will be where it happens. Heâd relentlessly worked for almost a year to pull this off. He wondered if hell smelled as atrocious. The repulsive stink assaulting his senses was even stronger in their offices. As he walked through that area, he re...
Berk was alone at the polar axis.Dannisâ port had completed and was no longer stuck there with him. Berk got down and huddled against the carrierâs carcas. It provided cover from the relentless, fervent winds. Now what?As much as he desperately wanted to abandon the thought, he couldnât escape the knowledge that he needed to be the one to invoke the spell of inversion. It had to be cast in order to keep this colony from needing to be abando...
Berk was freezing. He felt like he was floundering in a subzero frostland. Their dropship couldnât get any closer to the polar axis and had to set them down. Their transport carrier wasn't insulated. Since they started on it, he felt like his bones became solid sticks of ice. He knew there was enough thermal gaberdine lining in his suit to prevent death, but that didnât keep him from feeling like all the warmth that existed had vanished. He was cold, bitterly cold.The colony got started ov...
Maxine Inoza wanted to be furiously incensed because she wasnât being allowed to sleep. She had trouble being angry. She was just too tired. Sleep was against the rules. She wished her dad could afford a better ship. âWhy did you let grandpa sleep and not me?ââI didnât. And you couldnât wake him up either. Donât go pointing fingers.â Enoch, her father, was flying The Ebaneezer, a prehistoric freight hauler that constantly went off course. Every few minutes, the shipâs helm control would beep and he would have to...
What sin did the city of Phoenix commit to get punished like this? I didnât think hell could be this hot. And what about this massive, tremendous yard? Iâm pretty sure it's bigger than it needs to be. Is there a rule for that? Will my dad get fined if this colossal yard is too immense? If it wasnât so ginormous it wouldnât take me all day to water it. It takes forever to mow on those weeks when I gotta do that.Sprinklers are better. If only I could get me some sprinkler action right n...
Maxine Inoza hated drops. This lieutenant, and what was left of her platoon, was dropping onto Enochâs 9th. She hated these four-man capsules, most of all. The Corps had already phased these out in favor of the much more reliable single-man units. Sadly, the Widowâs Peak, this derelict ship transporting them, only had these shitty four-man pieces of crap.The ship wouldnât even be in standard orbit when dropping them. It would be doing a ârun and gunâ drop. The Widowâs Peak would only be slowing dow...
I should thank the mysterious âCargo Cultâ for giving this room an actual, bona fide purpose. For too long itâs been the den of my inequitiesâthe place where itâs easier for me to just throw things in, rather than putting them away. Or getting rid of them altogether.When all those boxes were in this room, you couldnât see how the walls arenât even the same color. Maybe they did this on purpose, the opposite walls are the same beige. Theyâre different shades of beige, one more orange, the other more pink. Both beige, but ...
I canât believe I made that decision. I could've, maybe shouldâve, stayed in Phoenix, but I didnât. Iâm here, in Colorado, thousands of miles from home, hiking in the middle of the night on some dark highway with a ton of shitty owls that wonât shut up. I know I control my own destiny. Her breaking up with me, six months ago, was the reason I chose to leave. Her wanting me back <...
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