How the noble warrior Naoko feared across the seven realms, and Ciaran, the last Skyfaller, came to run a library, was anyone’s guess.
It worked. Or I’m hallucinating. I doubt that, though. First, who would do that? I don’t have any enemies.
Who are you when lights go out? When the winds howl and the rain slathers the sides of helpless buildings, my mind goes deep.
The mass exodus began fifty years ago and has continued since.
Things are always better if you don’t experience them. They think we’re the lucky ones, living on the most advanced space station humanity has ever seen.
We discovered a planet surrounded by a haze of white floating things.
Doesn’t it terrify you? How close we are from impending death? No, why am I wasting my time asking that question?
It was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to be shorter. It’s how things work in this unpredictable universe where trickster deities rule.
It means nothing yet everything to me, the way he left one morning never to return.
Woke up to the news this morning and found she’s left without us.