Mason Cult A Short Sci Fi Story Part 1.
Two hundred sixty foot diameter discs semi submerged were presenting themselves in the valleys of Mars, resting from the mother craft waiting for instruction from The Lords of Saturn.
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Two hundred sixty foot diameter discs semi submerged were presenting themselves in the valleys of Mars, resting from the mother craft waiting for instruction from The Lords of Saturn.
We have no dissenters in the political sense because the MP’s are all of a political class they will disagree but only so far for fear of loosing their political…
Where have they gone, I look up and wonder, but blind am I what has happened shiny things lightening in evasion now dumbed down just as Mulder and Scully or…
You are flanked. All around is greed and corruption, your twenty feet from the door of hope and light. Will you make it against glazed eyes of intolerance and hatred,…
I’ve seen smiles and relatives in carpets, sweet faces within the leaves and branches therein. Whole worlds in hedgerows shapes everywhere, I guess they know who we are they are…