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The Capes of Planet Poloto continues...
Episode 4 . The plane finally arrived at the Indianapolis International airport at about 4:15 pm, and mom and I were so glad to be home, that mom give a sigh of relief as we were picking up our luggage. “ Okay honey, our uber is on the way, let's go let's go.” she then turn to Wes and give him a huge hug and we went our separate ways. I looked back and said, “ See you later Wes.” As he was walking the other way, he waved and smiled. Mom and I made it to zone b where our Uber was waiting. Mom looked at the uber driver and asked, “Are you Rebekah?” she then answered, “ Yes ma'am.” let me help you with that” as mom handed Rebekah our suitcases, to be put in the trunk. I was so glad that we were finally going to be home, where I was going to enjoy my warm bed and be back with my friends, that I went to school with. Since we lived near Westfield, near Carmel the drive back home was going to be about 35 minutes away, depending on the traffic. It was Tuesday evening and as soon as I get home I'm going to unpack and let Sammy know that I made it back safe.
By Anthony Leclair4 years ago in Fiction
Three Musky Tears
A hulking drop of sizzling, putrid acid-rain crashed with force into Carew Tower, crumbling thousands of the old khaki bricks, sending them falling weightily downward hundreds of feet to the street below—its Art Deco, classic beauty now destroyed. Another drop fell subsequently, its size and shape similar to that of a Humpback whale. Each drop was filled with chemicals unnatural to normal precipitation. This bucket-like rainstorm hadn’t lasted long, but it was lengthy enough; the structural integrity of the building—along with several other nearby skyscrapers in downtown Cincinnati—was compromised. Carew Tower now stood—its naked interior exposed—like a slouching, decrepit midwestern obelisk glorifying the apocalypse.
By Robert Pettus4 years ago in Fiction
Copper Sun Rising. Runner-Up in Behind the Last Window Challenge.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Everything was distorted by the thick glass, like looking through the bottom of a Coke bottle. She had to stand on the top of a wood crate, making herself taller by rising up on the tips of her toes. Her breath fogged up the pane. Little brown eyes gazed eagerly through the window as the blurred penny-colored sun set beneath the jagged molars of a distant cordillera. She loved watching it lazily sink like a slowly deflating balloon. From above, the haze blanketing the valley turned copper from the setting sun.
By M. Fritz Wunderli4 years ago in Fiction
You Are Safe
2035 The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. 2001 “We’re going to implement precautionary measures. As we’ve seen, the world isn’t safe anymore. America has been under attack. We have to keep the baby here with you. Our jobs require that we safeguard the nation. We are leaving all duties up to you. Do you understand?”
By Skyler Saunders4 years ago in Fiction






