Lonely Starman | A Short Story.

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Mandatory Exposition I


In 1972, Mankind launched the Pioneer 10 space probe into outer space with a message, should any intelligent extraterrestrials come into contact with it. Pioneer 11 followed the next year. More sophisticated records with audio and visual data were sent later in 1977 aboard the Voyager probes. We had already been broadcasting radio signals into the abyss starting from 1962 with a Morse code message to Venus and countless more sophisticated messages into deep space towards probable planetary systems. The signals range from rudimentary ‘Hello’s to intricate data about our DNA and location, a craigslist listing for apartments, a deep space communication FAQ list, sounds of vaginal contractions and a Doritos advert.

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War Without Reason | Chapter VIII

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Mud River – Mating Day

“The tall one. No, the other one. Yes, you,” the blonde woman chose. She was the chosen best this time and got to pick first. The tall man grinned, ran forward, picked up the woman and carried her into her tent.

Mating day was upon them again. Something Ren didn’t really care for; almost dreaded. It was never easy to tell no to the women; and the look on their faces! Ren had done it anyway, time after time. He wasn’t very into the idea of the day. (more…)

War Without Reason | Chapter VII

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Mud River – Camp Frost

“Bad dreams again?” Saint asked, standing over Ren.

“Whaa?” he replied sleepily.

The three – Renner, Saint and John – were given the watch again. They were taking turns sleeping, while the other two kept watch. Renner’s turn was just cut short abruptly.

“You were screaming, one of the wolf ones again?” Saint asked in a concerned voice. (more…)

War Without Reason | Chapter VI

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Marvalo’s

His bony hands ached from the day’s work. It was finally time to harvest. This meant he got to get away from the other farmers he had to suffer with for some time at least.

Cricket Flame, one-and-nine years old was lean, tall and skinny. His peers pushed most of their work upon him, very much more than his nimble bones were capable of handling. He was the weakest one of their farming group, but got more work done than the rest of ’em.

He wasn’t planning on being there for long and so, put up with everything. He had ideas, ones that’s made listeners laugh in his face more than once. This one though, he wasn’t going to waste on deaf ears. He was going straight to the top. (more…)