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Browsing Archive: November, 2013

STORY #84

Posted by Megan on Thursday, November 28, 2013,
Name: Mike Allyn
Description: jumbo, lime green

I work at NASA in the Mission Operations Directorate on the International Space Station. I live in Colorado now, and work remotely, but I made a trip back to Houston and took the STORYclip along! The highlight of the clip's journey was definitely Mission Control, which as you can see, is named after our very first Flight Director, Chris Kraft. I took my STORYclip into the International Space Station control room where you see it below being held b...
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STORY #83

Posted by Megan on Monday, November 11, 2013,
Name: April Fleck
Description: mangled, silver, standard

He came bearing gifts of sweettarts and diet coke and a smile so wide it would swallow the Pacific in a gulp.  I become increasingly aware of the possibility of pipe dreams.  I search my pockets for something to give him, to even out the playing field and my hands find nothing but an old silver paperclip.  I hand it to him sheepishly.  He laughs and says, "For me?" and takes it.  A small piece of metal in larger than life hands.  The lon...
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STORY #82

Posted by Megan on Monday, November 11, 2013,
Name: Anonymous
Description: Green, standard

Violent Rages
The violent rages started when I was 3.  He would be drunk and if I cried, I got hit; hard.  He was my stepdad, I was supposed to trust him!  He would beat my mother, my brother, and me.  Never his own son, no he would make him watch.  He always apologized, until it happened again.  My brother got older and threatened to tell, that made stepdad angry and lash out on mom and me.  I was always scared; scared that he'd kill one of us.  Mom...

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