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Immortal Drift D. Paul Angel 646 Words "Well the centrifuge part is certainly new. I'll give you that. I'm pulling what, seven gee's?" "Six point nine one." "Close enough, eh? Besides, seven gees... seventy gees... seven-hundred gee's... It doesn't matter because, again, I'm fucking immortal!" "Yes. We know." "Then you know my body will adapt … Continue reading Immortal Drift
Shiver D. Paul Angel 19 Words I try and blow my nose to get it out, but the spider's legs keep pushing the tissue away.
Clarity D. Paul Angel 848 Words It was a capriciously Spring day. Rain came and went in bursting sheets, necessitating my jacket, even though it was uncomfortably warm to wear. Inside the bank I simply held it, its fabric being too slick to stay tied around my waist. I awkwardly shifted it hand to hand, … Continue reading Clarity
Puppy Love D. Paul Angel 714 Words Barras slowly opened the control room door. He'd seen the light in the lab, but no one was supposed to be here this late. He cringed when he saw Pelcher at the controls. Yes, he was a superior, but he was also an ass and Barras had had … Continue reading Puppy Love
Where the Shadows Lie D. Paul Angel 479 Words He took Grey off leash, and watched as the border collie went bounding into the woods next to the trail. He loved it up here on the soft ridge. The trail criss-crossed the park below many times; thin lines of brown and gray cutting the large … Continue reading Where the Shadows Lie
Last week I posted "Mr. Black's Knowing Wink" as a one off #FridayFlash. There were several comments that wondered after Dolores fate, so I was inspired to continue her story... Mrs. Black's Withering Glare D. Paul Angel 1,000 Words Dolores sat at the interrogation with her head down in silence. The Police had come in … Continue reading Mrs. Black’s Withering Glare
Mr. Black's Knowing Wink D. Paul Angel 750 Words Dolores rushed into the kitchen to pull the roast out. The buzzer on the oven had stuck again, and she had lost track of time polishing the silver for dinner with Ableforth's boss tonight. She'd asked Ableforth to fix it, but his reply was the same … Continue reading Mr. Black’s Knowing Wink
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