Cyrius Day looked at the pieces of red plastis-steel, still burning in the desert night. The pulse-blaster had knocked it from his ship, sending it crashing. As he kicked a piece of the burning metal, he mumbled, “So much for the wagon.”
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I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name.
Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world.
Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah.
And that's all I got to say about that.
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I would say the wagon is toast! Yikes! Great story.
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Must be some wagon there … good one
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Cyrius Day–cool name. 🙂 Nice bit of writing, R Todd!
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Thanks. Yeah, I came up with his name a while back, have written a few things with him in it.
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I love the world-building you did in this tiny piece. Very cool.
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I’m glad Cyrius survived the fiery crash, but he sounds like he’ll be walking from now on.
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