Wanting, Wondering, Singing_The astronaut_The Watchdog Unit_Teach Me How to Grow Up
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Wanting, Wondering, Singing
For months now I'd been trying to imagine what it would be like. I’d seen interviews with other astronauts talking about it, and stared for hours at the posters of the Earth in my room as a kid – but now, as the shuttle docked into the International Space Station, my mind began to go blank. Everything became automatic; grab this, enter the station, wait for decompression, all just like the countless simulations and tests I’d gone through just to get here.I blinked, and the next thing I knew the shuttle that had taken me this far was drifting back down to the surface.My fellow crewmembers greet...
The astronaut
The roar of rocket thrusters, the shaking of the shuttle, rattling the inside of the capsule invigorated me. The force of gravity made me feel as though i was melting into my seat. "We have lift off", static in my ear from the earpiece of NASA confirming we were air bound. Straight through the clouds, the ground disappearing within seconds. Instruments glowing and gages flowing, telling us the temperature and altitude.The heat of the atmosphere sucking the ship in and spitting it out into darkness. The vastness of it all was breath taking. As the engine slowed the static in my earpiece came ag...
The Watchdog Unit
My eyes shot open. the blinding light of the room poured into them. for a moment, everything was still. There was no sound, only white, clean light. Then it began. I felt as though my entire insides were on fire. I didn't even have the strength to let a scream leave my lips. I just writhed around silently as the pain slowly over took me. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.But then it stopped. As suddenly as it had appeared, all the pain was gone. It must have been death. It was the only plausible solution. A sweet release from the agony that I had felt. I, Ellie Beldar was d...
Teach Me How to Grow Up
Content Warning: mentions of domestic violence, postpartum depression, anger issues, substance abuseSomething in my brain shifwww.onedoor.ccted when he slammed his glass on the table and shouted “grow up!” He continued speaking, a blur of angry expressions and fists hitting the table. My head was swimming, ears ringing, like my hearing had been knocked out. I was more focused on the glass, a gift I’d gotten him as an inside joke: world’s best teacher. He chipped the rim with his temper tantrum. Every pound to the wood made the whiskey slosh and splash the ungraded essays scattered about. He finally stopped,...