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After the Opera that NightThe Errands for Amber Sweet
Standing before the large window of her office, Miss. Sweet pursed her perfect lips, her heavy false eyelashes making her eyes drag down in a board fashion. Outside the faint propaganda of Genco and surgery was heard from the floating billboards that never seemed to silence. Her brothers bickered among themselves behind her, as they had always done. Reaching up, Amber ran a hand on her cheek. It had been a whole 3 days since her last cut, and she felt the itch, the need. But she had a speech to give in an hour, it had to wait.
"Sister, what are you making that face for?" The whiny sound of Pavi Largo's voice crashed into whatever thoughts Amber was having. Turning the Genco president harshly snorted at him.
"It wasn't made for you if that's what you mean, you own enough of mine." She turned towards Pavi and Lugi, her arms crossed. Then with a "Out!" She spread her arms and tossed her hands up in a dramatic display, stalking towards her desk. With a gr
Events of a TransportOne
The Lunar Module spaceport was a buzz with people. Traders of all species argued in a loud mix of tongues, as they all mingled in the thin strip of stalls and booths. One human boy, clutching the handle to his sack tightly as he slung it over his shoulder moved as discreetly as he could through. He was making his way towards the docks, his eyes glued on the gleaming sales of the Sky Ships. Ships of all shape and size came to load and unload cargo, and were always looking for new crewmembers. Or so the young man had been told.
Maybe his pants were too baggy around his shins, maybe his suspenders and his dirty blue shirt too old and worn. Maybe the fingerless wool gloves or the eyebrow ring made him look like a thief, or the brown hair poking out of the hole in his hat was too childish. Whatever these reasons, none of the captains of the large Sky Ships seemed to need a boy of 19 who was willing to do anything to get off the spaceport. Kicking violently at the groun
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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