Storygram #194
My mom has never liked it when I leave our home on “safe and clean” Level 46.
My mom has never liked it when I leave our home on “safe and clean” Level 46.
Two main ingredients. That’s it. If you’re determined to be a writer, these two things are all you need to get started.
The light comes back on, and a woman in an orange jumpsuit is standing by the fence with her head tilted down, eyes up, staring at me with a nasty grin. I leap backwards and point my rifle at her.
The door to the station creaked as she opened it. Illuminated by computer monitors, Silas was slumped over his keyboard, snoring. She flipped a switch and fluorescent lights crackled on.
My oxygen meter redlines, and a readout begins counting down from 3 minutes. “Colony first, Oliver. You know that.” I hear the familiar click of the radio cutting off.