Man's Best FriendPaul shook the ashes off his eyelids as his unfinished cigarette hit the leg of the woman in the short skirt.
“Sorry.” Paul waved his hand apologetically. The woman scurried away angrily, muttering the word ‘pervert’.
He got his key out and entered the small, claustrophobia-inducing space the manager called a room.
It’s been five days since Paul and Tal'shen escaped from Maya and her goons. All the Proxitol has left his system and he has never felt stronger. Amazed at how well he was handling ‘the situation’, Paul rationalized the nightmare by comparing it to an unthinkable disease like cancer. Once you’re dealt with it, you have no choice but to go through the whole ordeal if you want to survive, and they both wanted badly to survive.
The upside is- although the alien was maturing mentally at a rapid pace, at least, it could shrink its tentacles down to a size small enough to be hidden under his jacket.
“No offense, Tal’shen.
fear of heights
What if the earth runs out of gravity? Would we float or fall into a deep dark abyss like a waterfall? It would be kinda cool. But kinda lonely too.
If our planet runs out of gravity, we’d probably be flying like damn balloons! Yeah, that’s more like it. Cars and dogs and monkeys and computer screens and vacuum cleaners and cows would bump into each other overhead before ascending their separate ways uncontrollably.
It would be kinda funny..and kinda hilarious too. i reckon only trees and flowers and houses will be left glued to the ground. Dreamers, strangers and presidents alike will struggle in the air, twitching and gasping, like fishies outa water. i will be separated from my loved ones for all time.
It would be kinda nice to fly away and away and feel nothing holding yoo back. i would go free-floating in the pitch-black sky. all alone.
like a damn star.