Captain Eric was meeting with a new Space Operative recruit. “You said you’re from a distant planet, but Feyord XII is only a couple of light-years away.”
The pale woman gazed out the starship window. “Yes, I meant emotionally distant.”
“That sounds rough. Was it hard growing up?”
“It’s fine.”
“Oh…” He nodded. “So, tell me about yourself. Do you have any funny stories from your space academy days?”
“Yes.”
“…Alright, thanks for stopping by.”
I just found a new app for creative wordbuilding/writing stuff and guys it's so amazing it's called Fortelling and I only got it today but it's great
There's so much stuff
The cruelty of racist white men.
when i go in a room and forget what i needed i become a point and click protagonist. [water bottle?] that’s not helpful right now. [socks?] i don’t know what to do with that. [charger?] that’s not helpful right now. [scissors?] i can’t do anything with that. [water bottle?] that’s not helpful right now. [lone paperclip?] that’s not helpful right now. [water bottle?]
Why does he need a- … oh
I like my own posts. There is very little cohesion here. Also I think this blog nicely sums up a large portion of my personality.
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