Last Glimpse
I found the perfect spot, for us to share a final gaze
I found the perfect spot, for us to share a final gaze
Riding the hover train this time of night always made me sleepy.
Captain Nestor breathed a sigh of relief as his yacht left the hanger bay of the Vindictus.
I smelled the human long before I laid my seventeen eyes on him.
spinning flying orb
We’re not made for this damp shit and neither is our tech, thought Gil.
Grace raced to the emergency pull station on the other side of the room.
Martha woke from her terrible dream with the chills.
Evie had a problem.
Josie screamed in her helmet.