Driter

Journal

Scraping Toenails

In dire need of an upgrade, the antiquated exoskeletal framework sways and twists and creaks daily along a pre-programmed path. Encased silently within the oversized metal box is a lumbering physique. The Collector is a lonely creature—one of the hairiest and smelliest I’ve seen around here. It shuffles drearily through timeworn stone corridors, navigating the predawn […]

A Pencil is a Dangerous Discovery

I was too late. They had already found what I was frantically searching for. By the time I traced my steps back through the dank and darkened maze of ancient alleyways, my pencil was already in their possession.  How could I have dropped it in the most patrolled corridor in this sector? It must have […]

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