Stories tagged “gravity”
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Man On The Moon
“Control, this is Orbital Mission 003. Do you copy?” “We copy that Orbital, you are closing in on the landing site, correct?” “Copy that control, I don’t see the landing site beacons.” “There is no contac...
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Playing with Time
And time was exactly what Time had plenty of. There was no rush, no urgency in solving this matter. Time had all the time he needed to find the exact moment when things began to go wrong for the two teenagers. And so, Time began to concentrate, getting...
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Fail Safe
Charlie felt the skin sagging back on his face, pulling away from its proper location as his weight increased. He could swear his ribs were creaking, which was silly, because ribs oughtn’t make a noise until they snap. He tried to think of someth...
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The Top of the World
The wire that holds the world in place may break. They know this. They have seen it happen. Their globe is the largest in view; just large enough for them to sit side by side. When they were children they could roam its curved surface but now that they...
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Global Deployment Day
“That’s it, the last of the gravity dampeners is on-line,” said the Director of Operations, putting down the phone. “All systems are green,” confirmed the Master Controller. The camera crews bristled. A dozen sets of busy ...
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Two Moons
Is it trite to say she had a celestial body? Her clothes dissolved like clouds, she rose hands first reaching up, enfolding & tumbling the stars in her dance to your music – a side-long whirl of my suburban planet. Eyes soft-closed, heart o...
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The Setting Sun of Perception
write for you despite what others do insight is true light blue like the earth from afar dark purple when your gravitational pull is unlit by our star… but you are star dust, right? that is why you glow so bright? then we must move through life a...
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Arachnid Dreams
Spiders crawl In the air Silk strings fall White like hair
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Coffee Cup
The wood floor feels warm through my shoes. There’s no impact in my feet as I walk up to the coffee bar. It’s late. The barista is wearing weariness in his eyes and the brown splotches of a long day on his apron. He’s about to count t...
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The Making of a Musical Genius
All you could hear was flipping through paper. It sounded like the shuffle of a casino deck of cards. His eyes never wandered from this magical thing. He laughed. Sitting quietly on a bed for hours. Nothing but wonder in his eyes. As his senses heighte...