
I don’t write about myself. But I’ll give you my day-to-day. I wake up in a cabin surrounded by pines and firs. It’s the same scene outside my window every day: a babbling stream. Creaking limbs. In fall, hooves crunch brittle leaves. Each passing year, fewer birds return. Fewer lightning bugs lend their magic to the night. So I write.
Milk is a power drink. It keeps my bones strong, which I’m thankful for. In space, they lose density immediately. Just one of the infinite cruelties the universe will tax us with if we leave this planet—the planet we’re killing.
Interested in Science Prediction? Read my Yarns. I like how we think we know what we’re doing. It’s hilarious.
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Title | Author | Content | Tags | Categories |
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SarahT | Suzy Sci-Fi | On top of a rocky ridgeline, SarahT peers down at the Snail Trail, a dark gray, narrow footpath that cuts … | Experimental, Fire starter, Medium read | People Platters, Science Prediction, Yarns |