‘Push the Frankfurt meeting to 14:00. My flight’s delayed,’ she emailed the office.
She glanced at the motley crew of co-passengers.
He gave her a slow smile.
Moors, horses, castles
A bloody war
She smiled back.
Her soul consumed with rage and vengeance.
a continuous sequence in which adjacent elements are not perceptibly different from each other, but the extremes are quite distinct.
Arthur approached the ornate gate, lugging the big black bag.
‘Patience,’ he muttered.
The guard signed the papers.
Wilma poured champagne into tall glasses, ‘Congratulations Arthur darling!’
The guests clapped and cheered.
The wormhole opened once every hundred years.
To receive souls that needed redemption.
Souls of people that are not dead yet.
And Arthur always met his quota.
Singularity /sɪŋɡjʊˈlarɪti/ noun
a hypothetical moment in time when artificial intelligence and other technologies have become so advanced that humanity undergoes a dramatic and irreversible change.
‘Norman’s here,’ she heard Nora’s calm voice behind her.
‘Famous author. My husband,’ thought Lisa with some affection.
The couple graciously obliged the frenzied photographers.
Lisa smiled as he sat next to her, watching the distant Kowloon skyline.
‘Hmm. I gotta check on that pasta,’ muttered Nora, adjusting the shoulder-strap so Norman could be comfortable.
Having two heads and one body was complicated.
The beach lights were colorful twinkling specks down below, she could no longer hear the music.
She blinked, trying to see his face behind the wispy night clouds.
Blue eyes. Curly mop of brown hair.
‘Hmm, so Mr. Moon is a tall handsome romance-novel hunk! Wait till the girls find out!’
She floated free as she weightlessly exited the Earth’s atmosphere.
The old man whistled a cheerful tune as he gathered up tiny purple balloon bits strewn across the sand. He looked up at the clear morning sky, shielding his eyes against the sun.
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Am taking a short break due to work and family priorities.
I enjoy blogging and projecting my insane thoughts onto the unsuspecting worldwide web!
Will be back soon.
Feel good about yourself.
“Help!!” he cried.
A Praying Mantis slept on his bed. Not Girl in Green Dress.
“These dang glasses. Time I replaced them.”