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Hello!   I've been reading a lot of sci-fi short stories lately, & I've been inspired to write one of my own. It's called Starry Night , & it involves a girl named Bil who lives on a planet called Evarreni. Hope you like it.     STARRY NIGHT By T. Howser           Darkness surrounded Bil. Save for a lone cricket repeating himself and a bird yelping thrice before falling back to sleep, there was an infinite silence. But not the type of infinity that, say, extends into the past or future for billions of years while you sit and wait. This had nothing to do with time. Rather, it was the eternity of, say, a small circle on the wall. A circle whose path of circumference never ends: nearly insignificant, yet infinite indeed. Trace that ever-curving trail with your finger for ten seconds, or a million months, and it doesn’t change the realization either way that there is no escaping this trek. Finally, the rumble of a distant g...

I believe that music has incredibly powerful properties that can evoke stirrings within us in ways other stimuli cannot. It may effortlessly summon intense feelings of melancholy, nostalgia, curiosity, excitement, and bliss (to name a few). I like to say that music is the breath of the soul. I love roaming the used vinyl section of a record store seeking a new sound I’m not yet privy to. On occasion, I’ll buy an unknown album sight unseen (or sound unheard to be more precise), based simply off the cover, track listing, and a hunch, hoping to be pleasantly surprised at my risky five dollar wager. Sometimes I like listening to music in a language I don’t understand. It focuses my attention to the pure emotions that the artist is attempting to convey. And because I don’t comprehend the words, the tune always lends itself an air of mystery that it may otherwise not have transferred. When I do understand the words, I enjoy songs that tell an almost cinematic story. The kind of experience ...