Stories tagged “solitude”
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Who but I to look?
The craters dictated the route he took. With their upheaved and unweathered edges, as he’d discovered when he was first dispatched here, shortcuts weren’t worth the risk of a depressurizing boot-tear. The guiding beep was loud in his ears, ...
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Nothing but Time
Darkness. Darkness darker than anything I can describe surrounds me. I have taken countless attempts at my life, but still I float. Alone. I was insane for some time, perhaps a hundred million years or more. Those were nice years, they passed right by ...
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Midnight Road
Driving at night had always been very special to Milo. As a child he would take every opportunity to accompany his father on midnight deliveries, mesmerised by the stillness and tranquillity. This affection had continued into adulthood, and he made sur...
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Chain of Order
Yesterday, Nina was taken to the port. She cried too much for my liking – it made me want to cry, too. She made us sweets and left them on the counter with a note blurred and softened by tears; it was just like her. She did it despite the beating...
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Depth of Space With No Romance
Depth is what I see in the darkness, an inestimable, interminable depth. In the holovids they always tried to sell the majesty and adventure of space, romantic notions of being a sailor on the new ocean of discovery. I should have known better. My frei...
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Almost
She sat, quiet and alone – the faint glow of a computer screen illuminating her worn features. Some said the world would end today, others said it was just beginning. A TV evangelist last Sunday had claimed both. Fingers deftly pecked out the fam...
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Together Alone
We wandered in search of our goal, And in sunlight our path always shone. Through mountain and forest we stole, Across plain and ravine, us alone. We sought to restore what was lost, By the fear of a fate left untold. So abandoning thought of the cost,...
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Intrusion to Solitude
“Thought I’d find you here.” I hear her. I refuse to really listen. My trajectory takes me right past her, but I refuse to alter course, to acknowledge her presence. I don’t want to admit the connection or any connection for tha...
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Wheel Turning 'Round Part 1
She lay in her hospital bed. Above, harsh flourescent light accosted her dry and tired eyes . The monotous beeping of many machines dutifully carrying out their tasks. “Digital ghosts.” She mused. She wondered if everyone who was about to d...