Earth-ship

Captain Russell P. Slogg, a short but stocky Texan, stepped purposefully onto the bridge of the Earth-ship Centipede and made his way to the command-chair.

Cloud Life

Cloud Life Heaps of overflowing suds over cerulean and lapis or is it lambswool nesting marble and then a pefect plane of belly and hip slightly turned half out of asses milk

Turquoise

Turquoise Water flares in jewelled wavelets round my kick sliding silk over my knees a pretty chaos of magical paint Aquamarines making little curves and flips transparent cellophane

The Dubs

We waited for the groom to fill his skirt but he never appeared. Lost in the Irish air, somewhere. Cannot remember much, just a bunch of Blighty and the occasional dalek traffic light.

Waiting Room.

She arrives early as usual. The choice of seating leaves a lot to be desired, but she sits one row back at the end of the line of plastic chairs.

(THE ALPHABET SERIES) EVE GETS AN EVIL TWIN

Daisy sat back down after her story. I got up, and began my story. I was completely nervous, but I just took a deep breath, and began:

I flick past the suspension photos

to my shame, like Johnny Five without the plea for “MORE INPUT!” bundling the sight roughly from my head only for it to push back through like the contents of an overstuffed cupboard.

Myopia

Sunshine

They got to their appointment just in time. The clock said 12:29. Personal best. Marie and Cal checked in with the receptionist, who gave them a well practiced smile, and sent them to sit down.

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