Challenge #02030-E206: But Not My Friend — Steemit
Flaax had expected to die. That was what happened when the Vorax attacked. People died. Civilisations ended. If one was lucky, wreckage containing last messages to loved ones could be found after the fact.
And then the Humans became part of the Galactic landscape, so to speak. They hunted the Vorax. They protected unarmed vessels from scout/raiders. They signed on as crewmembers in the Edge Territories. And they were shockingly effective. Like this one, who had just bullied Flaax into living again. This, despite knowing next to nothing of Medik procedures.
“Taking lazy hour,” said Human Juff in GalStand Simple. She was draping a warming blanket over Flaax and setting it to optimal temperature maintenance mode. “Self giving adrenaline. You being much shaking for big time.”
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Challenge #01470-D009: Survivor’s Tale
I am mentally ill. I can say that. I am not ashamed of that. I survived that, I’m still surviving it, but bring it on. Better me than you. I don’t want to be a victim.
— Carrie Fisher – @recklessprudence
On the cusp of sleep, I hear voices. Stranger’s voices, almost always. Sometimes, they’re spouting nonsense. I know they’re the firings of my unconscious brain gearing up for a dream. Other times… well…
They’re the voices of people I know, but they’re always things they never said. Always horrible things that they would never say. But when I hear it, it’s so real.
“She’s asleep. Time to kill her,” is always a favourite. I joke to my therapist that my subconscious hates me. Either that, or it was trained from the days when my parents… ha. But then, everyone blames their parents. And everyone thinks their childhood is normal until they go to someone else’s house.