

Unfinished Works: Doors 1Unfinished Works: Doors by ~reido
I have this friend. She's 20-something, with black hair and green eyes. Pretty, but not gorgeous. We're sitting at a little out-of-the-way coffee shop in downtown L.A., and she's reading a newspaper while I'm typing on my laptop. She's at about page six when she stops suddenly, the back-and-forth of her eyes reading the text frozen on one singular point of interest on the page. Everything about her stops, for a moment, every little tic or idle movement. Her brows furrow, her expression showing she's concerned. She leans in close to the page, squinting, as if she's trying to make out some tiny detail.
"Hey, what's up?" I ask, looking over


Unfinished Works: The Gate The small, black spacecraft lands on the platform outside Viancetti's estate at three hours past mid-day, as the local sun is just passing its pinnacle in the sky. It's a sleek craft, solid in color both on its frame and in its views-shields, all of which have been darkened for the anonymity of the pilot. It lands gracefully, but with a quickness that seems to indicate that the pilot is in something of a hurry.Unfinished Works: The Gate by ~reido
A hatch on the side opens and a man steps out; he's wearing a long brown jacket and Earth-style horn-rimmed glasses. His hair is short and brown, cut in a vaguely military style. "Is this the estate of Professor Thomas Viancetti?" he