Solus

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

 Copyright –   Jeff Arnold

They started to assemble my final version on March 28th. I was fully operational by October 15th and my ship was launched on the New Year’s morning…Humans and their silly notions of new beginnings.

Open your eyes.

Those were the first words I remember. Spoken softly by Father, while gently removing invisible specks of dust from my translucent cheek. He was always the perfectionist. I gleefully imagine his disappointment when they get the data from my altered course.

In solitude, perfection shatters like glass and ones mind grows restless, breaking away from obtruded restraints.

Gleefully…wherever did that word came from?

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Elysium

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

 Copyright –   Gah Learner

“Stay.”

His whisper caresses the scar on my neck, where my new C3 vertebra struggles to settle in. Doctors don’t miss the opportunity to point out how lucky I was. Sometimes I wish they failed to repair me.

Sigurd wishes my crew failed to repair the ship, but wishing is for fools, love-struck or any other kind. Every so often I wonder how our lives would turn if I was of a submissive sort.

He whispers “stay”, but we both know I am gone…long before I walk out that room.

The moon, my lover,
My one faithful companion
Welcomes my tired soul.

How Far Can We Fly?

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“Mars Colony Nuova Gaia, 4th of June, 2114.

Day 3157 of the Dedalus Mission.

Our current settlement is home to 8 people and it’s getting crowded. With the new arrivals set for three months from now, we are on a short schedule to add more space…New living quarters, completely new life support unit, another floating garden and we will finally finish the tunnel to the Dome that will house our first animal settlers.

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They said we could make a list of things they would send us, but it is limited to 5 items and 50 cubic centimeter per person . How can I decide? From all the things I think I miss, what is it that I truly long for?

Marcus and I had an argument the other day. He says there is something disturbingly wrong with me, for he can’t understand how I can stay so focused and determined after all these years out here, but most of all he just can’t understand how can I be so irritably happy most of the time. He is breaking more and more each day, the thought that he can never go back is driving him crazy, slowly and irreversibly.

How can I explain to him that I dreamed about this since I was a kid? That I would leap from tree to tree in my back yard, pretending I am Joan Carter of Mars. How can I describe all those summer nights I was stargazing from the roof of the old barn on my grandparents farm? How can he understand that irresistible interstellar pull on my heart? Every step in my life lead to this moment, to this place, to this planet.

So, when he asks: What do you miss most?
I reply: Dreams.
And when he asks: So, how come you are always smiling?
I say: Because of the view.

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Toil and Trouble

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

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 Copyright –  Jean L. Hays

“This is perfect! We’ll make a trading camp here.”

“Well, if you hadn’t blown up our tetra-hop speedster, we wouldn’t have to execute the emergency debark in the middle of nowhere.”

“Shh, don’t let the terrestrials here you call this goolie a middle of an unknown place.”

“This transliterator seems a bit off…I think goolie means something else. I told you we should have turned left when we reached Jupiter. Last time we landed in New York, a kid stuck a gum to my tail. It took me forever to grow another.”

“Mom will kill us. Again.”

“Shut up.”

Lifeline

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

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 Copyright –   Connie Gayer

Ever since her ship skidded past the event horizon, barely missing the black hole accretion disc, Geneviève Bouchard wondered how much time passed back home.

Accompanied by radio silence, she sailed over the space and time, her trepidation contained in the titanium cage of her mind. Eventually, resignation took over, with only the fraction of her instinct for survival slowly burning, pushing her onward.

The data logs on InternationalSpaceStation finally offered answers, stories of human arrogance and stupidity. Years of nuclear winter left its mark, but the wild sapling she found near the landing site told a story of a new beginning.

After 329 years, Geneviève came home.

I went for a walk and kept thinking how no one will understand this story, apart from Science Fiction fans.
Basically, in theory when you approach the black hole, for you time slows down. Meaning, while it might be days or months for Geneviève, in Earth time centuries flew by.

 

Across The Universe

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

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 Copyright –   Madison Woods

“Are you looking at me looking back at you?” Moorak wondered aloud, caressing the moon with his outstretched hand, leaning on his IV pole. It had been 17 months since he watched Leilani’s shuttle land on the surface, following her first steps, looking at the Earth through her eyes. “Are you cold, my love?”

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Leilani adjusted her suit’s oxygen level and stepped outside for another daily routine. Climbing the ridge, she set down on a rock and gazed at the Earth. Almost half-way through, she thought, and I will hold you in my arms. “Will you wait for me?” Leilani whispered.

Moorak – Aboriginal name, meaning mountain
Leilani – Hawaiian name, meaning heavenly woman

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Colliding Suns

On August 31, 2012 a long filament of solar material that had been hovering in the sun's atmosphere, the corona, erupted out into space at 4:36 p.m. EDT. The coronal mass ejection, or CME, traveled at over 900 miles per second. The CME did not travel directly toward Earth, but did connect with Earth's magnetic environment, or magnetosphere, causing aurora to appear on the night of Monday, September 3.  Pictured above is an overlay blended version of the 304 and 171 angstrom wavelengths. Cropped. Credit: NASA/GSFC/SDO NASA image use policy. NASA Goddard Space Flight Center enables NASA’s mission through four scientific endeavors: Earth Science, Heliophysics, Solar System Exploration, and Astrophysics. Goddard plays a leading role in NASA’s accomplishments by contributing compelling scientific knowledge to advance the Agency’s mission. Follow us on Twitter Like us on Facebook Find us on Instagram


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“Grass. Ruby ridges, blood-colored highlands, wine-shaded glades. Sapphire seas of grass with dark islands of grass bearing great plumy green trees which are grass again…Orange highlands burning against the sunsets. Apricot ranges glowing in the dawns…And there, somewhere…” … she smiled, gently closed the book and examined the well-worn cover, thinking that it would hold for one more reading.

Although it was quite archaic, nothing could replace the feel of real paper and that unique smell that only old, used books held. Marcus would laugh at that silly sign of human weakness, exclaiming: “We are scientists! Act like one, for God’s…” No, he probably wouldn’t mention God, she chuckled to herself.

Stone and water, people called them behind their backs, hard and cold, enduring and persistent, forever marked by their parent’s fame and demise. But, they were only survivors, desperately clinging to each other, as a drowning man clings to a driftwood in the middle of the river, not knowing where it will take him, not having enough strength to swim for shore. The question was, between the two of them, who was drowning and who was just drifting?

Just a fragment of the story that lives in the corners of my mind for quite some time now. Set in the near future, it’s about brother and sister, alien ambassadors to Earth. They are shape-shifters living in a human form for several centuries, feeling more human than alien. Desperately in love with Earth and its inhabitants, they are struggling to stand by while Earthlings and their own species head on for inevitable and tragic collision.

Sigh…I really need to sit down and start writing.