Mount Katahdin, August
blistering wind shouts
looming, beckoning it stands
silence fear, and climb
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Annie
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Descent
“60 seconds.” Aris tightened her grip on the overhead handhold. The troop transport shook like a leaf in a windstorm as it battled through the atmosphere. Dim lights flickered on and off as the ship’s systems were battered by pelting rain and narrowly dodged blasts from laser cannons on the surface of the planet.
By M. A. Mehan 5 days ago in Fiction
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