Writing Prompt

Brady was back again, standing on the sidewalk outside the old cottage with his bag at his feet, but this time the bag was an expensive titanium suitcase and his feet were shod with expensive and warm boots. He was a long way from the twelve year old orphan who had been dumped here by an overworked social worker so many years ago; thirty years to be exact. He took a deep breath, taking in the smel...

Vast whiteness stretched out like a blank page. Percolating with excitement, Myrtle Two Axes sat upright in the hover sedan, afraid to wrinkle her new uniform. Looking out the vehicle windows, she was reminded of the vintage postcards of deserts back on Olde Earth. As a little girl she had liked the dizzying colors of the tropics and feared the dark of the thick forests. As she grew older Myrtle w...