On a plate There was no better soothing serenade for Mark, than the bubbling sound from John's aquarium. Together with the blueness of the walls it contributed greatly to the illusion of being on the bottom of the ocean- one of the most absolute hermitages there is. Lying stretched on the bed, Mark was able to empty his mind from all kind of emotional load and just drift away, as if on the waves. The water imagery has always been close to his imagination and heart, so he made habit of practicing innocent escapisms to dreams of long boat trips or diving among rainbow-like shoals and corals. In this glass and metal city it was hard to find a patch of
Unintended Sam no longer had to cover his ears when entering the printing office of "The Rambling" magazine. All the noise, the monotonous clutter, was absolutely no problem, simply a piece of cake. It would have been completely different if Sam hadn't become almost completely deaf. Twenty years in the printing business had done harm to his fragile ears more in love with tunes by Mozart than the sound of metal cogs beating up other metal cogs in the huge printing machines. His hearing was playing various tricks on him. Sometimes he could hear bits of someone's whisper. However, sometimes a rushing truck would seem as quiet to him as a falling feath
The confessionAs he was a mighty ruler with big feet, the emerald corridor echoed with his confident and rhythmical steps on his way to the headquarters of the ship. The door swished in front of him like two snakes rubbing their bodies on sand. What welcomed him in the room was total darkness. Being cunning and clever like a fox he knew well that he was not alone, so he reached to his pocket to see if the laser gun was still there, ready to shoot any hostile alien. Finding it in place, metal-cold, was comforting, although a mighty ruler of the Seventh Star whom he was, seldom turned a hair. Therefore, the soft green light illuminating the centre of the ro
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