Stories tagged “Rocket”
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Countdown
5 George looked down at the picture of his wife he’d brought on the discovery. He sighed; it would be three weeks before he got back from the International Space Station. 4 Mike nervously checked the ships structural integrity. All the astronauts...
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Magistra Vellini
I walked swiftly down the street. It was the same street I’d walked a million times over, but never with such fear. Train had offered to come with me, but I’d declined. It was a place I had to go alone. I hadn’t spoken to her in year...
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Just a Purple Rock
I opened the rocket doors and peered out into the extraterrestrial purple landscape, thick smog filled the atmosphere and high crater walls extended up into the martian sky. Upon my first steps form the shuttle the rockets beneath my feet seemed to emi...
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Unrecognized Life?
I stepped once more out of the safety of my rocket out on to the alien landscape. To my surprise the crunchy surface from before was now smooth. It wasn’t for a decent walk till I heard the familiar crunchy squeaking sounds under my feet. I bent down...
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A Searching Soul
We spent the next three years of college sampling the wares offered by the countless vendors in University City. Always we ordered wonton soup, honoring the challenge that bound us. Hao Shue, the new guy, became a treasured friend and an enthusiastic p...
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As Many Wontons As There Are Stars
Hao Shue rode the rockets into destiny, paying for the tickets by working ports or small jobs in cities. He hitchhiked the dynaflow freights or the FTL pleasure yachts preferred by the rich kids. You could would find him in some wayward corner of port ...
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Midori
For a while, life was great. I was retired, with a cushy pension. We travelled, though never off planet. When my wife died, everything changed. My friends were her friends; they faded away with pitying smiles. My children had no time for me. There is n...
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The Twilight of Our Years
The dropship perched upon one of the smaller floating mountains. I climbed down, fists thick with flowering vine. The going was precarious but my old bones were still vigorous. It was beautiful here at dusk, the stars a scrawl towards a purpling horizo...
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Memories (I)
Pink skies Shaken awake by a Gentle touch Dad peering down Dressed at this hour Stumbling around Sleep still gripping my thoughts Pulling, drifting, like the devil’s advocate Clothes on, shoes next The waves call The pink sky welcomes Rubbing sleep...
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Memories (II)
Nothing can be right in the world Everyone is the enemy Parents the absolute foe Furious words screamed Pricking deep, like thorns Tension always in the air Building and growing A bud of a flower opening Flames swirling A monster threatening Clawing i...
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Memories (III)
It looked so close…but… JFK launch site was so far Day break next behind the clogged sky And then the kiss Everyone claps No one can prevent the smiles The white trailing dress The structured black tux Mothers crying Fathers being strong Holding ba...