Amelia Smoak
Stories (2/0)
Midpoint
I can’t help but wonder at it - how it is that I left my house with the intention of bringing back a quail and instead returned escorting a vagabond trespassing on my property. My land hasn’t much to harvest, but we’re close to the eastern border and maybe that’s what attracted the lost soul to cross my land with nothing more than a small satchel and a few layers of torn clothes. Not even a weapon. I suppose she saw an older woman like me walking down the path and assumed I could not keep my hands on my rifle in a scuffle. Well, she thought wrong and her trophy for the encounter is the prod of my gun’s barrel against her lower back as we move closer to my home.
By Amelia Smoak3 years ago in Humans
Exploring Mars
It's been a more-than-once occasion where I have informed someone of my star sign - Aries - and they have sucked in a breath and winced. Often this is accompanied with a soft "ooh", as though I admitted to a terrible misjudgment on my part. They are often people who are much more knowledgeable than I on all matters zodiac - I cannot tell you who I am compatible with or who I would clash with, other than the precedent determined by my past encounters. ...To borrow a phrase, it's all Greek to me.
By Amelia Smoak3 years ago in Futurism