You wake up from a dream. Wait, it's not a dream. That alarm is very real.
The lights are still off in the station dorm, and there's sounds of commotion in the corridor. You jump out of bed, half-assedly slide shoes on and grab a laser rifle by the door. Banging off the doorway, you fall into the hallway where the scene is lit up by the strobe of laser fire and nothing else. You can only barely make out the enemy uniforms on the far side lit up by the flashes of eerie blue light.
Sadly, you die.
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99 Words is a pet project I started in 2011 when at college. The idea was that I didn't have time for writing, but still had passing fancies, visions, plot ideas, and the like. Instead of tossing them to the wayside, I came up with a plan to turn those notes into little chunkules of text, each 99 words long. This is section is still updated.