Sean Morrison
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Forward One
No one can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Alan had heard the secretary of space exploration make the unclever quip during his first day of orientation nearly 10-years ago. He didn’t think much of it at the time, only the foolish remarks from another unremarkable bureaucrat. Only now, as he sat aboard his ship, the Bucephalus, did the words return.
By Sean Morrison3 years ago in Fiction
The Fields Beyond Green Mountain
The sounds of a train moving along its tracks were unmistakable; the chugging of the engine, the rhythmic clunk of the wheels meeting each new length of track, the occasional metallic squeak. In them, Sage had always found comfort. She allowed her eyes to linger beneath their covers, taking in all she could, fully aware that once they were opened, the peace of the moment would be lost.
By Sean Morrison3 years ago in Fiction
