Copyright 2015
Bailey Bradford
Chapter Twenty-Three
Traveling on a space craft was kind of an anti-climatic experience, Elliot decided. “I can’t even tell we’re moving!”“I imagine that’s a good thing,” Karl said, taking a seat at the opulently set table. “It glows.” Karl tapped the surface. “And it’s… warm. Like it’s alive. That’s fucking creepy, Ian.”Ian snorted, as he held a tray laden with covered dishes that hopefully contained food that wasn’t gross. “It’s living
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Published on July 22, 2015 19:48