Aimless Ramblings

When Jared entered the playing court, both teams had already finished forming up. The playing sphere had been activated, the lines denoting its four quadrants and out of bounds regions glowing softly. It looked like each side had the required six primary players, but neither one had any alternates. Ordinarily, there would have been plenty of candidates to fill all twelve positions for both sides, not to mention hangers-on hoping to be called up in case of an injury, but the school semester had officially ended yesterday, so any student who didn't actually live on the station was probably packing or already gone.( Read more... )

Dan

I didn't want to open the last drawer. Like the ones that had come before, it would contain memories from a happier time, a particleboard fortress reluctantly disgorging items that would have to be examined, remembered, and finally placed into one of two piles, keep or discard. I surveyed the two piles in question, patiently awaiting new additions, the left for the damned and the right for the saved, and inwardly cringed. ( Read more... )

Dan