Black Rain, part oneRhys squatted with her back to the wind, poking and prodding at the small engine lying dormant in the hard-packed sand. She absentmindedly brushed away wisps of her raven locks that blew into her face. After much tinkering and even more cursing, she found the problem; a tiny rock was lodged in one of the pistons, effectively locking it in place. She quickly removed it and replaced the engine in the hoverbike. Rhys grabbed her tools, throwing them unceremoniously into the small storage compartment under the torn seat. She straddled the bike, kicked it into gear, and jetted back towards towBlack Rain, part one
Popcorn CeilingsSome days, I'll spend hours staring into popcorn ceilings. I like to find shapes and figures hidden in the seemingly random patterns. I change the source of light to create a new point of view. I find myself hypnotized by unmoving movements my eyes see flowing across my popcorn ceiling. A beautifully strange scene opens before me. I know it's all a trick my brain is playing, but I can't tear my vision away. It doesn't even make sense. A slice of bread with a thin pat of butter on it floats across my popcorn sky to be grabbed by a crablike creature. The craPopcorn Ceilings
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