Days when she wasn't sure her feet touched the ground.
506
The best minds of our time didn't retreat into solitary. They learned to cope with sensory overload.
505
The way people used to check weapons at the door, you had to check your technology when entering a No Distraction Zone. Cell phones, trackers, tablets, and ear pieces were cataloged, and you could pick up your tech on your way out.
504
After the churches closed, the movie theaters stayed open. They were the only places left where you could focus on one screen, attention undivided, for hours at a time.
494
Criteria for time travel agents include keeping a journal about your life, consistently over the course of your lifetime. How else will you be able to avoid past versions of yourself? You need that data.
493
No one can hear you scream in space, unless you're in a spacesuit screaming into your radio transmitter. In which case, everyone can hear you but no one can help you.
484
The car's roof had large, uneven spots--a paint job gone wrong. The windows were dingy and dusty and the brown paint was faded, speckled, even rusted in spots. A pair of black and white dice hung on the review mirror. Decals of playing cards, the Queen of Hearts and the Ace of Spades, were on the passenger-side door. She could see a black top hat on the back seat, along with a stuffed duffle bag.
She walked around the back of the car and smiled at the license plate: MGCMAN
This was the magician's car, and she was surprised he parked it this far away from the building, out in the open. She glanced around the parking lot, but he must have still been in the store.
So she leaned against the trunk and waited for him.
She walked around the back of the car and smiled at the license plate: MGCMAN
This was the magician's car, and she was surprised he parked it this far away from the building, out in the open. She glanced around the parking lot, but he must have still been in the store.
So she leaned against the trunk and waited for him.
483
I see all the suffering
There's nothing I can do
No amount of willpower
will ever see this through
I look for superheroes
for any saving grace
But still this world's fallen
A broken human race
Our poets talk about this
beauty in the breakdown
as if we should admire pain
I'd rather cure the town
There's nothing I can do
No amount of willpower
will ever see this through
I look for superheroes
for any saving grace
But still this world's fallen
A broken human race
Our poets talk about this
beauty in the breakdown
as if we should admire pain
I'd rather cure the town
473
She broke apart the fortune cookie and uncurled the slip of paper.
It said: "Tell a little lie today."
It said: "Tell a little lie today."
472
The day shredded her, cut her to the core. At home, she rested—in constant pain, but she mended.
Tomorrow, she faces the blades again.
Tomorrow, she faces the blades again.
470
It was the music she needed to hear that sparked and shimmered in the air around her, dissipating the hazy fog of stress.
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