I like to write about things behaving how they shouldn't ~
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I straighten my tie and gel my hair slightly to the left. My beard is kept, and the Old Spice that I sprayed on my neck stings. I've never been more ready for a day in the office. Then again, I felt the same way yesterday and the day before that. But today will be extra good, mark my words, because it's Gary's birthday, you see, and Monique said she would be bringing cake.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was midnight on the dot. This meant that I had exactly sixty seconds before the clouds disappeared again, falling back under the horizon, and returning to wherever they'd come from.
- Runner-Up in Get Comfortable Challenge
The Spaces Between
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. "I heard it," I whisper. The crew doesn't even have the courtesy to look incredulous anymore. Instead, they share a look of communal pity, and that makes my skin crawl. "I did!" I insist, standing in a huff. "It was her! It was!" I've been trying to convince them for almost two weeks now that I heard Mitsy's scream during my last spacewalk, but after placating me with faux fascination one too many times, the crew has apparently decided that they want the old Jace back, in place of the bumbling mad-man I have become.