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There were no sounds. It was not so long ago, this would have been a blessing. 2 months ago, angry, snarling and starving dogs pursued me for 3 miles. Whenever I felt I had escaped them by climbing, or through a door which I closed behind me, or some other way not designed for the less intelligent on 4 legs, their desperation found a way around. So I was forced to run.
By Dick Lam3 years ago in Fiction
There were no sounds. It was not so long ago, this would have been a blessing. 2 months ago, the bark of angry and starving dogs pursued me 3 miles. Whenever I felt I had escaped them by climbing, or through a door which I closed behind me, or some other way not designed for the less intelligent on 4 legs, their desperation found a way around. So I was forced to run.
By Dick Lam3 years ago in Futurism
ACT 1 Chloe Miller. There was a light in the air that seemed to make things liquid when I knew her, like a haze that filtered the light and sounds of the world. Time seemed to move differently, or at least one remembered things differently. Some things seeming to move slow, as if to allow one to savour the experience. Other things, one doesn’t remember happening at all.
By Dick Lam3 years ago in Humans
