Flaw in the design

The clouds swirled and rumbled below. A storm was brewing. Sitting at his desk, the inventor studied his design. Fingers fumbling across the old papers with endless scribbles, equations and symbols known only to the mind from which they came. “Damn me!” echoed through the room as a fist slammed down sending a mug next…

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Lake Resonance

A rustling can be heard as the leaves shimmer with the vibrations of someone, something, approaching. The dense green foliage that has consumed all in its path, suddenly shows a crack in its front as four, then eight pink little fingers appear and carefully pull the entwined leaves and stems apart. A young girl, a…

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