(Day 14) ...is your own damn self.

Avatar Author: Michael Wayne LeBlanc I'm just a guy who's been floating on the jetsam, trying to find purchase in a sea of floating words. I'm coming in from the loss of 100000monkeys.com and I'm hoping there's someone here who wants to write. Read Bio

(From the log of Col. Terrence Green)

Day 8

No sign of what ever in the hell caused that banging. All I know it was solid. I felt in my bones whenever it hit. I checked all the diagnostics and they came back clean. There’s one thing I can for the mystery sound: my day went by a lot quicker than if I had been staring at the sun all day.

Wouldn’t it be something if I had imagined it? You know, to forget about the sun? Anyway, almost time for bed. I spent all day today fixing a problem with the communication array. I just flew in from space and, boy, are my arms tired. Haha. A little joke.

Day 9

I slept horribly. I wrote yesterday is bothering me. What if I did imagine it? Dr. Whatshisnose told to watch out for a rare thing… what did he call it? (pen mark trails, ends in a blot.)

Day 11

“Space dementia” he called it. It’s unofficial, it’s not provable, but still. I keep hearing things and I swear my time lightside is increasing every day. Maybe my brain’s changing.

Maybe I’m crazy.

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  1. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    the broken speech is killing me..
    i still am unsure if it was in his head or not, however, that is what you want me to feel, so good job.

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