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A Thousand Years to Live - Part two

We learn more about the 31st century

I wake up and am laying on a bed in the nurse’s room. When I open my eyes, the lights in the room are so bright that they burn my eyes, and I have to quickly shut them again. After a few seconds, I open my eyes again slowly making sure not to look at the lights on the roof. I hear someone moving around the room, and I carefully move my head and see the school nurse moving around the room. I carefully sit up on the bed, an...

A Thousand Years to Live

Welcome to the 31st century

Chapter OneI look up at the sky and see a group of business people flying overhead on their jet packs. “Lavender, come on. We are going to be late,” My best friend, Hera, calls back to me from near the school gates. I race to catch up with her and we make it inside the school gates just as the bell rings. I give a sigh of relief, happy to have made it to school on time and avoid getting grounded for a month. I race off to...

Hollow and Hallowed

A short story that I have started but have been unable to finish.

The man’s punch could make an ox fall to its chest, flat on the stone, head black in and out. Wouldn’t put him above it neither. His feet moved side to side, creating his bounce that he carried with every step, with every day. When his feet went forward sparks surrounded the ground and his ankles were in a daze of stars, staring up at the tripped ceiling with awe and magnificence. Soon the other man would be put in a simi...

The Amazing Jack Shadow

The life of a man

I want to tell you a true story of a man. Not a celebrity in any sense, although he was quite well known in his very small town, where most everyone knew everyone else, or knew of them. He wasn't a politician, but had a deep interest in politics. He was just a businessman who ran a small business with help from his family. It would be better if I started at the beginning. He was given the name Walter when he was born in t...

Two minutes. Waiting. My heart is ready to burst. The lanes are naked, clean, ready to be torn up by cleats and sweat. Hundreds of eyes blinking and staring. Chatter swarmed into a calm storm underneath this dome. Waiting is the hardest part. The anticipation, building. Struggling to breathe as I strategize. Faster here. Ease up here. Go for the kill. Take him. A vision. It’s almost time. Everything is clenched. Find my c...