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The Space Tourist Chronicles book one

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The Space Tourist Chronicles my first eBook Kindle edition AU  https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0FSS9XH59   AS  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FSS9XH59 by John Bennett (Author) AKA JJFBbennett The Space Tourist Chronicles is a wild and hazardous space adventure in a post-collapse universe, following intrepid space tourists and their bio-engineered cyborg spoodle, Katcha, aboard their battered Subi spacecraft as they embark on a perilous journey filled with dangerous detours, celestial traffic jams, and encounters with unique cosmic phenomena. The Space Tourist Chronicles : Katcha the 1st Spoodle in Space by John Bennett (Author) AKA JJFBbennett The story follows two space travellers, JB and BK, and their genetically-modified spoodle, Katcha, as they embark on a journey in their old freighter, the Subi. Their goal is to reach the mythical Outpost Aurum, a famed tourist destination. Their journey first takes them to the Rumour Mill, a dangerous asteroid station, to acquire naviga...

Hole in the Wall: The Tide Formed My Pool

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The Tide Formed My Pool When the tide wash in from billions of kilometers away. I found myself tossed within the mirth. And within this stirred up sentiment. In the rubbish and the forgotten. I became my new reality. The one of prosperity and r eal economic growth. As best described by the social commentators of the day. Despite the widening gap that separates the haves and have nots. And the separatists and the terrorists. And the defenders of old orders and wants of youth. And the arguments that form the threats of war My new found contentment places me. Within the data of acceptable trends. Within what is normal for my age. My gender. My genetical heritage. Then as forecasted, the tide seeped out. And so began the new realities and our new stories that had to be acquired. Just look at me, as I shine under the cyclical moonlight. As now in true fullness, I bloom and reflect calm beauty. In stillness and patience, I make little comment. I shingl...

Hole in the Wall: Pool Time

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Hole in the Wall: Pool Time I wanted to fly to another planet, but I first built this swimming pool. My dreams just started getting away from me, and then I let them go. In the heat of the day, I plunge into my pool. My refreshing water. I own it. I work for it. When I'm tired of my thoughts I submerge into it. When I'm confused and in panic, I fall gently into it. I emerge feeling invigorated and comforted. Continuation seems so easy once and only after submerging in my cool clear water. My dreams to transform my life never eventuated. I knew it once, when  I was promised myself to achieve. I could aspire. You never fail when you attempt to chase. Somewhere I needed to reconcile between the obtainable haves and impossible wants. Have I succumbed to failed by fabricating my mediocrity prison of pleasure? Am I floating in falsehood Am I wallowing in water of hindrance? I built and tender to this my own 3-meter submersion of comfort. In my moment before...