A tiny hovercraft was hanging just a few feet over the surface of Mars. Three men stood aboard. They wore space suits and protective shielding to protect them from the harsh rays of the distant Sun. From their landing point, there was nothing in any direction.
Over one of the red dunes that piereced the tranquil, pink sky, a warrior vowed to portect that land which was his-- the ancestral land of the proud Martians.
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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.