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The End of the Beginning
The End of the BeginningBy Heather Ann MartinezWhen I was younger, I could see at least four colors in the sky year round. The rain used to heal the land, and I could whisper my secrets to the trees. I’ve had the opportunity to see so much of this world. I traveled for work. I traveled to satisfy curiosities a book or movie could not. I tried to learn a new language every other year. Like many of my colleagues, I planned out my future. I kept learning. I kept reading and researching. I loved deeply along the way, but I knew I could not settle for learning about the habits of one person. I coul...
The Tommorows
Skewed through the ashes, there was nothing but smoke and snow for lengths. No one knew what day, what time; they just existed. Slow and menacingly cold. Keeping watch had become a painful task, and was usually given to recruits. However, sometimes, seniors were cast off in a manner of severe punishment, second only to being in a coffin. That’s how Ira had found himself on the top, with Alysa and Dean. For Ira, the day had been irritating at best. He did refuse a direct order from a senior officer, and his friends paid the price too. “A real Game of Thrones vibe to this,” Dean huffed in the co...
Blast off!
“Do I really have to?” I asked the director of the spacecraft. “Every year, people are sent. You are lucky to be sent in your twenties, some go at the age of twelve. And we still need more space samples. ” “So it’s a yes?” I questioned, hoping I was wrong. “There’s no doubt.” He replied rather sternly, “Here, try on the spacesuit. Your training starts tomorrow.” “How lucky.” I murmured as I exited the lab. “Excuse me?” “Nothing.” Back at home, I collapsed on the sofa. I didn’t hate outer-space, but what they didn’t know was I was not the most comfortable in areas without any extra space, and...
Cold Black
Quiet, too quiet. The engines were never audible from the bridge. The low vibrating hum that travels through the decks, up one’s bones and into the back of the subconscious, though, was painfully obvious in its absence.If the missing vibration didn’t make the situation clear, the sudden drop out of super-C combined with the loss of artificial gravity and all sources of light did. The Tahiti Sunset was dead, adrift. The cockpit canopy was darkened. Without power to force a state change it would be as lwww.onedoor.ccong as an hour before it would become translucent and stars would be visible. Her eyes ached,...