Sejal shrestha
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Once More With Feeling
Compassion was not Connor's first thought when he saw the woman. Instead, he noticed his hands sliding down his eyes, and all the stiff muscles and veins, like Michelangelo's statue, shuddered as they reached for a drink. When he looked up, he saw a young woman with straight hair and wide eyes who looked at him in need.
By Sejal shrestha4 years ago in Fiction
Words on a Page
He moves when he is touched by a sharp, cool metal on his shoulder. Only once again is he silent, holding his breath because of him. He starts slowly, dragging the nib over his skin, leaving the tracks cool as the ink dries. He closes his eyes and focuses on the movement of the pen in his body, but he is unsure of the letters he writes.
By Sejal shrestha4 years ago in Fiction
This Is Your Problem, Right Here
"This is your problem, right here." The deep plumber's voice could be heard under a repair hatch next to a large Cascade Reef waterpark. "You only have one troll left. To get such a large pool, you need a minimum of fifty, seventy-five if you want everything to go smoothly."
By Sejal shrestha4 years ago in Fiction
Biomagnification
Aric rode on white horses, in harbors, and in the mountains, in chariots, and in chariots. He wore fine and poor clothing, farmers' hats, and tradesmen's trousers. He is always moving, always hiding. If Others had heard how far he had traveled and why he would have died. They did not. Three months after his departure, he arrived in a ruined city, where no one was allowed to work.
By Sejal shrestha4 years ago in Fiction
Freefall
Freefall was the best part of the jump. As she fell, Gina Wright looked down at the Earth, with dignity beneath her as it dawned on her whereabouts in Kansas, and she was thrilled to know that she was about to break the world record by more than 20,000 miles. This would be much better than his jump from space from the old International Space Station. He would have forty minutes to fall before he entered space.
By Sejal shrestha4 years ago in Fiction
Remembrance
The news first reached Old Mama on her feet. He leaned forward to rest a lot of weight on the cartilaginous nodes between his front legs bent to form a strong contact with the ground, it was better to detect the seismic signals that were moving over the rock beneath the soft plains of the Highveld. The muscle in each of his large African ears is tied, soothing acoustic signals driven by cool air, allowing him to focus on lower vibrations. On the rich ground, he heard the steady movement of another family of elephants, another part of his bond team. They were traveling, a day trip from here. Although she had not heard that much, she knew that the Old Mother of another family must have applauded her grief. However, the quake did not sound alarmed or alarm. No, it was sad.
By Sejal shrestha4 years ago in Fiction
A Trader on the Border of the Mutant Rain Forest
From my mobile station on the shifting border of the Mutant Rain Forest, I watch them come from the Northern Domes, from the slums and ghettos and the failed farms of the Wastelands, the lost ones eager to surrender to Forest's compulsions and the ones who tremble as if they are harboring a fear they must conquer. Then there are the religious ones, fanatics who come in groups. They think they are going to convert the creatures once-human who survive beyond the border, most of them already animal or vegetable in inclination and form. They think they are going to convince them to worship Jesus or Allah or Joseph Smith. Or the latest televangelist.
By Sejal shrestha4 years ago in Fiction
Before Blindness
The man and his wife began speaking to one another in sign language. Neither had ever spoken this way before. And yet, suddenly, in the middle of an argument, they'd lost their ability to hear and started signing as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
By Sejal shrestha4 years ago in Fiction
