They stare at me

Sometimes I feel that something is behind me. I notice his gaze sinking into the back of my neck, watching me impatiently. I try to ignore that feeling. I try to control my body to keep my hands from shaking and carry on with what I am doing. I want to believe that if I ignore him, he will leave.


Fear and Loathing on the Moon

What was coming was not an Apocalypse, but given its nature it resembled it enough. Not by the fact itself, but by the consequences it could bring. And it all started with an alarm. “The Earthlings are coming! They come! They come!”

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