Marissa Bea
Joined February 2021
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They call me Night Fighter. I am already a legend.
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Simple Stories at the End of the World
The breeze was cool, the gray sky spoke of a calm day, though the exact day was uncertain; society had abandoned the Gregorian calendar the previous year. She rose from her bed; not a sound in the house. The wood paneled walls were musty, and quite old, but a well-kept old. Something that was built to last. The mud room didn’t have mud as much as layers of sand and dry seaweed, all swept into the corners. She had mapped out this location weeks ago. The residents had all abandoned these summer homes, staying in the cities where they could be with family. No one had bothered to lock their doors, and it was now a ghost town of luxury condos.
By Marissa Bea3 years ago in Futurism