The thrumming helicopter blades dragged D’Amber from the neck cramping, slob inducing nap. She stretched her neck from side to side, scoffing at the very idea of being shuttled in the flying machine. What a mockery of who she was….
…..T’Rik squeezed his knees tighter into his chest; he was a shivering ball, using the one-size-fits-“everyone under six-three” sleeping bag as a blanket and trying with all his might to squeeze in any remaining warmth the tent had. The only bright side of the night-time freezing temperatures was the fact that come daybreak the planets surface would once again rise to well over forty-three degrees Celsius. Similar to desert climates back on Earth…..
…..They received a few stares and upturned noses. Kora’s compassion was rare on the station known for its disdain of Ambers; even rarer on Union-Prime station was Rose, a hybrid-eyed citizen. Her father had been an amber, her mother had beautiful bright green eyes; the result of their marriage was Rose — she had inherited an iris from each of them. She’d covered the amber with an eye patch when she was younger, but had eventually grown out of hiding her true self from the public….
…..Rory stared a long while. Just watching the old man’s chest rise and fall. The heart monitor providing a metronome for deep thought; The hospital TV adding background noise. Rory touched his grandfather’s hand the hand.
“Flora?!?!” The elder sprang awake calling for his long gone love.
“Nah Gramps…” Rory answered……
Kisa leaned out of the corkscrew and upshifted as the front tire began to lift off the ground. The third place rider was in her sights as she banked hard left into the next curve. She noticed as his taillight rose as he exited the same curve, he was only a few seconds ahead. She came out of the curve and fired…
…the writer, given his age, felt that it was now or never. To grab hold of his dream of creating a world, defining an adventure, exploring the deep, deep crevacis of imagination — to paint pictures with words….
…Dom dropped, eyes reading the green. As he was hoping the safety had taken the speed challenge of covering Tone across the middle. That meant Jack was about to get the canon ball. He launched a sixty-yard bomb to the single-covered wideout. Easy Money. Touchdown….
This day had began just as all the days had over the past ten years. He awoke to a new surrounding, attached to a new person, waiting on light to give him a glimpse into that person’s life. There was always
…Doctor Williams had made the decision weeks before he signed the papers; he’d known the entire time what he would do, it just came with such a regretful weight he had waited. Maybe if he’d done it sooner, or even had he waited longer, things would’ve gone differently. He thought as he stared at the empty casket meant to represent his most incredibly phenomenal patient D’Amber Lyons. Ms. Lyons was a peculiar case, sixteen years young…
His only means of time telling were the rays of light coming through his window. The window…the window. It represented hope and the proof of an existence beyond these four walls — the four walls that worked his sanity like a master carpenter. Carving,