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PlanetfallAs the elevator rose from the confines of the colossal capital city Montrose let the memories rise into his thoughts. Two hundred years left them disparate and disjointed; images and emotions were without events to give them any meaning. But amongst the detritus were a few gems that had been indelibly marked in his mind.
The elevator terminal wasnt far from the old base. He could recall the time before even the base had existed on that land.
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The landing had been hard, and Montrose had to push the door the last few inches to get out. He paused a moment on the threshold, before stepping down on the planets surface.
The ground was rocky, and sloped gently away to where it met the sea several kilometres away. The sky was clear, and the sun strong. Montrose adjusted the visor on his suit so it darkened, and he wasnt forced to squint.
Montrose felt a little like Neil Armstrong, but the gravity wasnt as low, and he didnt play golf.
Martha - EscapeMartha had reached a point where she had had enough. She could not make out the words, but she could understand the meaning. Each fluctuation of a raised voice made her whole body flinch. She sat in her room, watching the television. She did not bother trying to sleep, she would just toss and turn in self-consuming anguish.
She had had enough, and it was time to escape.
With shaking hands, she packed. Shed gone through exactly the same motions every time. Until now, they had been dummy runs, but this time it was for real. The practice meant that she was packed quickly, and she sat at her desk to make the last of her preparations.
With the lamp illuminating the page, she re-wrote the letter to her grandparents, dated it and put it in the envelope. The stamp was a Christmas one from the year before, and it looked a little premature for November. But that didnt matter.
Martha did her best to block the sound of the arguments as she descended the stairs. She could make out the w
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The demon was beautiful. If Gorss believed in perfection, then he would have probably said that the word was invented after laying eyes on such a being. The demons skin seemed to glow and its features were pleasingly proportioned. But there was something else that made the demon so beautiful that Gorss almost lost himself, staring at its face.
Almost. The demon didnt look much different to the Overlord and its kind, the beasts that had stolen the freedoms of Gorss people, so that they lived in perpetual fear of divine retribution. Gorss, like the others, despised the Overlord and its kind. Their bloody struggle had culminated in the utter destruction of the Beasts brutal tyranny.
Gorss shifted position, and rearranged the assorted layers of clothing that he wore to try and keep himself warm. He coughed; deep retching paroxysms that he thought might tear his lungs from the inside of chest.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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