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Far Beyond, GoneIt took all that they had, just to tear their gazes away from the now-black screens. A sense of profound shock filled the communications room as the after-images of the planet's death and the maelstrom of destruction lingered. There was no way that anyone or any creature could have survived that blast, and no way to contact anyone on the fringes who might have survived. All communication methods were completely- and apparently, irrevocably- down. The visuals had been the last to go, and in some ways, that had made it even worse. Caravi had long been out of reach- just as he had hinted- but to see the explosion, as he had seen his own death, that was something entirely different. No one dared to say anything, and no one made a move to leave- as if they would somehow, miraculously suddenly regain inter-stellar communication. It was a fact that no one could bring themselves to admit. Caravi, and the entirety of the Avarkeen solar system were as good as gone; completely blown out of space
A Lost CauseLost Cause
I hadn't touched the old tree fort- or rather, the remains of my first attempts at one, for years now. After a few weeks of work, I had grown bored with the project, and deemed it a lost cause. I'd moved away from home, grew up, and had my own life. It was only this past summer, while visiting my parents, Granny and Gramps to my now six year old son, that I had even thought about the mismatched collection boards and planks in years. Thomas had been dreaming about making his own tree fort after seeing one of his buddy's fort , but unfortunately, our small piece of property had no trees to speak of. the predicament was clearly a problem- or, at least it had been until now. The old tree that I had used for my first attempt was still as strong and sturdy as ever, and the lowest branches still grew at a fairly flat level. It would be a perfect place for Thomas to begin his venture. He loved it at his grandparents, and it was rather convenient as they lived only a few b
Science Fair EqualityA Million Dollars in a Hotel Fountain.
It was the ultimate trip- the one that just about anyone would have died to have had the chance to go on. It was an honor of the greatest degree to even be on the trip and it started at the high school science fair. Not only did the winner of each city in the country have to be the top of their class in grade and in quality of their project and experiment, but their essays on the topic too, were considered. The top score winners of each district were then sent to compete against the others of the county. The winner went on to regionals, and then state. Only the state winner could be accepted on the trip to the nation's capital for the awards ceremony, and stay the night at one of the most luxurious hotels.
Her presentation was on the ease that Americans had in fund raising, and just how easily they could raise enough money to provide for a family in a third world country for a year or more. When the excited group reached the hotel that they would
Second ChancesSometimes Goodbye's a second chance
They had been at war for years now, nearly a century to be precise. It was a subtle war, to be sure, one that only the two rivaling princes were a part of. There was only one throne and they both had an equal chance to inherit it. Their bickering was mature in fashion; it clearly showed their status in the way that they went about it. Threats were exchanged in cordial conversations of cordial tones. Vindictive letters were sent via unknowing messengers. Body guards vanished in the night, but no harm was caused to the other prince himself. They were sure of that. Then, one fateful, sunny summer day, the King's deathbed verdict was proclaimed shortly after he exhaled his last.
It was not the elder son who would inherit the throne, as was the common practice, but the younger. The true war spoils began in earnest then as the older brother fought to retrieve what he thought was rightfully his by birth order alone. The youn
Cholera OutbreakCholera Outbreak
The streets were busy, as usual. The weather threatened to rain with each passing moment, as usual. Life was normal. That's what they thought at first. Modern day America, with modern day appliances, health services, and modern day chaos. What they didn't know though, was that the regularly scheduled airplane about to land in the country's largest airport, held something that was anything but usual. The luggage- one small suitcase not much larger then a small chair, held, not luggage or clothing, but hundreds of small, shiny glass bottles, each corked with a crystal top that was inset with a colored gem. It was a treasure chest of colors, as if stolen out of another century. It was a dangerous treasure though, as most modern day treasures were now. Each vial held a carefully measured dose of highly concentrated liquid- almost entirely pure vaccine quality. That however, was not the case. The microbes contained within were anything but dead.
No Doors and No Windows A Hall with No Doors and No Windows
Shadows flickered across the hallway's blistering, peeling white walls. The color, faint scent of antiseptics, and hard tile floor made it clear that this was clearly either a hospital or asylum. The hall seemed to go on for a mile in either direction from where he stood, in a straight line that did not bend or turn. For that matter, there were no windows, or doors for as much of the hall as he could actually see. His heart began to pound harder as he realized what he was seeing. For some inexplicable reason, terror gripped his heart, restricting his frantic paced breathing, and heightening the senses until it came to a point when he was ready to flat out collapse to the floor in a quivering heap of terror. The hall was silent, save for the barely noticeable hiss of the intake and outtake vents that were always just out of sight. Time was meaningless, unless it didn't actually exist, which seemed to be the most likely in the c
Writers CampThe camp was small, very secluded, and only a handful of people knew of it's existence. The caves along the lake shore provided a wind free shelter, large enough for only a single tent, which was where the original idea had started. The start of summer for the group of writers was a quiet one. The first week, each took a turn at the solitary camp, infusing themselves in nature's splendor and beauty. By the time they returned, they almost always had new ideas and concepts to discuss with the group and to write on. For the naturalists in the group, there was no better way to do it. Two entirely natural lakes came within a few hundred yards of each other's shoreline. A small creek fed into the western lake, and on a small tip of the shore there was a hill, hardly covered in the soft, sparse grass that covered the rest of the ground. On that hill stood the remains of what had once been a large, strong oak. Since the lightning strike that had nearly deafened one of the writers ne
Mission: HopeMission: Hope
On the outside, the small house appeared battered, and rather world-weary. It was one of the many houses on the outskirts of town that had been declared unsafe for further habitation due to the very large chance of mold and mildew caking the insides of the walls. The walls, cieling, and floorboards all had to come up. When the state officials said everything, they meant everything. Before it was entirely stripped down to it's bare bones- the inner supports and basic foundation- the previous owners' belongings were to be salvaged. That was what this team was for. Twenty teenagers and their six chaperones had given up several days of their summer vacation in order to help out the less fortunate families who now lived a state away after the hurricane had ruined their homes. WIth the masks over thier mouth and nose to prevent the inhalation of dust that likely contined asbestos and other dangerous particles, their songs were slightly muffled, but they still persist
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