I shook off the transportal’s disorientation and trembled with the cold. Authentic cold. Maybe not what I’d expected, but a clear signal that I’d arrived. I’d grown sick of my shipbound existence, the sensory constancy, the monotony of routine, the same faces, same pastimes, same food. The same, same, same. After six cycles, the head of Assimilation approved my placement. And here I stood.
Time to face my new world, my chosen sanctuary, I squared my shoulders, hauled in a breath, and marched through the gray arch into a landscape felted in white. I halted. Warning bells clanged in my head and reality punched me in the chest. Something had gone wrong.
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Thanks again for sharing! I do adore your prompts and this one was a lovely inspiration. 😀
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I’m always glad to see your name pop up in the notifications, Diana. 🙂
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I really like this one, Sue. Very unique.
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Diana’s stories always have tha ‘something’ about them 🙂
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Thank you for a great story!
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Thanks for sharing Diana’s work, Sue. Happy Valentine’s Day hugs!
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Hugs, Teagan 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Loved this one from Diana. ❤
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