He stared at the supernova one last time. Soon his spaceship will be part of the debris that surrounds the dying star. His engines were running out of juice and the gravitational pull was taking its toll. He glanced at his escape pod and the rest of the crew. They were all aware of what lay ahead for them. His craft was loaded with ammunition of every kind. What if I use the ammo to break free from the deathly pull of this planet? What if the explosion kills us all? We will all anyway end up dead so what more can happen? A sudden meteor burst jolted the ship and he balanced himself by inadvertently pressing the FIRE button.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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