colton brown
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prelude 2077
prelude 2077 She breathed heavy in her helmet, pulse rifle raised, edging slowly along the perimeter of the Frenzy Field. Even in the coldsuit, she found herself sweating. She had trained to jockey alarm and calm, but had gotten used to the relative quiet of seclusion and was truly startled into panic when the alert went off. Her movements were jerky with atrophied nerves as her eyes darting, scanned the field. She cleared the back perimeter. It was difficult to see during dusk. It was the only time sunlight slipped under the dense canopy of the fallout cloud and refracted off the crystalline debris in the air, creating a granular shimmering of bright orange flecks against a haze of burnt tangerine smog. The display in her helmet made this look yellowish green, but still difficult to see, and worse as her nervous sweat was dripping into her eyes. She winced and shook her head as she rounded the second joint of the field, crouching in her movements. If the Frenzy Field had caught RT units, they’d only be down long enough for their systems to reboot -not long. She continued cautiously along the front ridge and found herself glad that she didn’t have her dog anymore. She caught herself missing him when she sharply flinched, bursting a shriek. Her finger nearly squeezed. A feint light was glowing on the ground, just inside the perimeter and she was immediately angry with herself for losing focus even for the smallest of a moment.
By colton brown5 years ago in Fiction
the impressing power of collage
They hang prominently upon two screws driven deep into the wall to the left of my desk. The afternoon sunlight often shimmers off of them, the drop-forged, 100% stainless-steel 8” scissors. I did not hang them there as art, handsome as they are, nor to be easily accessible. They hang there rather, to be a constant reminder to edit. The scissors are thus double-edged, both tool and symbol. To the right of the desk is Miss January 1979, also a symbol.
By colton brown5 years ago in Humans
Stars Sometimes Unfold
I went out recently for drinks with my friend Grace. We sipped delicious gin as the sun went down at our favorite bar in Brooklyn. I asked her if she was excited about her approaching birthday and she said she was more excited about the lunar eclipse. I asked her when it was. On her birthday, she said, May 26th. Well I’ve always enjoyed a good eclipse. She asked if I’d hang out with her then. Of course I would, Gracie.
By colton brown5 years ago in Psyche
