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Latest — May 30, 2023

Youth

THERE was a spatter of pebbles against the window and the youngster stirred in his sleep. Another, and he was awake. He sat up stiffly in bed. Seconds passed while he interpreted his strange surroundings. He wasn’t in his own home, of course. This was out in the country.

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The Holes Around Mars

Spaceship crews should be selected on the basis of their non-irritating qualities as individuals. No chronic complainers, no hypochondriacs, no bugs on cleanliness—particularly no one-man parties. I speak from bitter experience. Because on the first expedition to Mars, Hugh Allenby damned near drove us nuts with his puns. We

Threads of Awakening

And then I woke up. My heart pounded in my chest as the remnants of a vivid dream still lingered in my mind. I lay there, disoriented, trying to distinguish between the world of slumber and the reality that surrounded me. In the dream, I had found myself standing on

The Resilience Within the Storm

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain poured relentlessly, drenching everything in its path, while thunder rumbled like an angry beast in the distance. The wind howled through the trees, bending them to its will. In the midst of this tempestuous chaos, a lone figure trudged along a

Beyond the Veil of Night

The curtain of night fell upon us, casting its ethereal veil across the world. The sky, once a canvas of vibrant hues, now dissolved into a tapestry of velvety blackness speckled with shimmering stars. It was as if the universe itself had drawn the curtain, signaling the transition from the

Triumph Through Embracing Fear

"It doesn't count if you're already planning your defeat," Sarah exclaimed, her eyes fixed on the determined figure standing before her. Maxwell, her longtime friend and fellow competitor, glanced at her with a hint of amusement in his piercing blue eyes. His confident grin only intensified as he adjusted the

Ride to Destiny

I clutch my passport tightly in my hand, the sweat starting to bead on my forehead. My heart is pounding in my chest as I race through the crowded airport terminal, the sound of my shoes echoing off the polished floors. My flight is leaving in just five minutes, and

The Day I Choose Freedom

I wake up to the sound of my alarm, just like every other morning. I roll over, staring at the ceiling, feeling the familiar sense of dread settle in my stomach. I know exactly what the day has in store for me: I will get dressed, go to work, come

Escape at the Cliffs

I am running as fast as I can, my heart pounding in my chest. I can hear the sounds of pursuit behind me, the shouts of the guards and the barking of the dogs. I know that if I don't get away, I will be caught and my fate will

I'm Free

For the last three years, I've been trapped in a job that made me miserable. Every day, I would drag myself out of bed, put on my uniform, and trudge to work, dreading every moment of it. But today, as I walked out of the office for the last time,