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Ch11 Friday, September  2, 2022 Forever to Sail the Dream The cabin was in near total darkness. Thick, heavy curtains covered the port-hole blocking out the light from outside the ship from coming in. All other lights were extinguished, only a lone small lamp on the captain’s chart table provided a soft yellow-orange light, giving some comfort to the doe. Her eyes were black and large, alert for danger. To her eyes, the room was now a uniform gray-white, the yellow-orange of the lamp not even registering. But it was fine because it still gave her some comfort. Years of training in self-defense, and defensive combat could not completel

Journal of Claude #2 "Before Times" "It has been 30 years, dear friend. Have you had any regrets? " the female asked. A sip of some pine-needle tea planted a light citrus taste upon his rough tongue and he smiled reassuringly. In the faint orange light from the campfire his sharp teeth glowed, and wide green eyes looked over to his lovely companion. "Regrets? Some. I only wish Father was able to be here now. But most importantly, I can't help but to think of what was told to us, about the before time. "For a moment, he looked over at her. The cervinoid was dressed for the summer temperature, with only a tie up bra and miniskirt, colored t

The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying. by Kantuck Nadie Nata-akon A Story  in my Terra storyworld. -- A throaty bleat echoed through the chamber, surprising the scientists as they looked up. "Postscript: Uplift subject 1004-Cervinoid now displaying encouraging signs of life after a non-responsive period of one minute and..." a quick watch check "22 seconds." He punched a control stopping the automated body-bagging, then tapping another to start full decontamination procedures. After all the problems and the subject displaying signs of life he was optimistic and wanted to maintain it this way. "Now, go on in, Gene," ordering h

'None of us are free, if one of us are chained.' By Kantuck Nadie Nata-akon Sunday, 11/20/18-s.09 -- The world? The world is not interested in us. Today, everything is possible, even the crematoria... Elie Wiesel, Night The march was long, and tiring, but finally into a clearing we started seeing, or rather we started /smelling/. How can I describe the intense /stink/ of decay and rot. It was August 2113, and it was hot; 35c hot. Only the micro refrigeration units in our suits kept us cool enough to walk the eight kilometers. But gods it was like a foul cloud that slammed into us. It was all we could do to walk to where it was, and to stand

Ch11 Friday, September  2, 2022 Forever to Sail the Dream The cabin was in near total darkness. Thick, heavy curtains covered the port-hole blocking out the light from outside the ship from coming in. All other lights were extinguished, only a lone small lamp on the captain’s chart table provided a soft yellow-orange light, giving some comfort to the doe. Her eyes were black and large, alert for danger. To her eyes, the room was now a uniform gray-white, the yellow-orange of the lamp not even registering. But it was fine because it still gave her some comfort. Years of training in self-defense, and defensive combat could not completel

The wish By Kantuck Nadie Nata-akon Monday, March 23, 2020 "It's been 65 years, yet still here!" she thought as she parked the car at the side of the connector road. The road was old, not maintained for decades. Grass growing in cracks, tree roots uplifting parts of it, like veins under an asphalt skin. A simple side road, no longer needed since the homes, since abandoned were scrap or torn down. But as the elderly woman walked slowly down it from her car,  her cane helping keep her balance on the uneven blacktop, she was looking at the side with all the brush "Where is it?" she thought, but then after six and a half decades, why should it