Uninhabited

I am a bit behind this week, so this one is pulling double duty as a response to the invisible ink challenge of “Write a story about visiting a planet.”, and the Weekly Friday Picture prompt from The Writer’s Mess on the image below. Join Maggie as she steps onto a new world, and sees something amazing and unexpected.


Maggie stepped out of the ship, and froze. This was not the desolate rock she had been briefed on.

Fog drifted over a lush forest, as the sun rose in the distance, and that was the least magnificent part of it. She didn’t know if what she was seeing was towers, or statues, but they were huge, red and white, shaped like dolphins leaping out of the fog, only ripple in the air like they were fluid.

Before she could say anything, radio in, they began to move. At first it was a slow thing, so slow she wasn’t sure it was happening, and then it got faster, a spinning, and then a lifting, and she wondered if they were ships, taking off.

It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, as great fins broke free of the fog, propelling them though the air, leaving a great blue rippling wake that reminded her of the northern lights.

When they finally faded from sight, she closed her eyes, her eyelids like sandpaper, and when she opened them, it was all gone.

Not just the ships, but the sun, the fog, the forest, everything, like it was never there, but every part of her knew that it had been there, it had been real.

Even after the ships medic told her it was probably just a hallucination from oxygen deprivation, a missed pinhole in her suit. She knew though, it had been real, and she would never forget it.

Highway to Hell

Usually my writing is dark, but every so often, it is tragic. This week’s entry for the six sentence story word of DETOUR by girlontheedge is definitely dark below the surface. Not much is said directly, but a lot is implied. If you have triggers, read the tags before reading, this one is a bumpy ride.


People tell me that life is a highway, that it isn’t the destination that matters, but the journey you take to get there.


If that is true then meeting you was like finding a detour in they construction zone that was my life, finally a chance to get out of the slow lane and drive.


At first it was perfect, the wind blowing through my hair, and by the time I realized you had led me onto a dark isolated road, I was so far away from the highway that I couldn’t find my way back.


So I kept going, when the road got bumpy, I slowed down a little and told myself it was okay, it would get better soon.


I didn’t turn back at the first blowout, the sixth, or even the broken axles, and it took a full blown crash to make me realize I couldn’t keep doing this, one day it was going to get me killed.


When I got back on the road, I was a cautious driver, always going below the limit, and it took me months before I could even think of hitting the highway again, let alone taking detour, but it’s been three years; I am ready to try again.

Rebirth

This was a 250 word piece for The Writer’s Mess Friday Picture Prompt Challenge, based on the picture below. This one is another sci fi, this time about sending out a ship to start life on a new planet. My goal was to make this a little lighter that the upcoming Six Sentence story, but my nature prevailed, and it’s a little dark as well.


Callista added the last samples to the capsule, and pressed it into place. The drawer lock clicked, and the pleasant chirp of the verification system indicated that it had been accepted.

This was it, the ark was complete. All biological samples were safely aboard, and tomorrow the ship would launch for a new world.

She stared for a minute at the ark’s glowing power source. It would provide the energy needed for terraforming, for creating their new home, and she prayed that it would work.

The ark would launch tomorrow, but in one year she would follow it, one of many who were chosen to populate the new colony, or so people thought. It wasn’t just a colony, it was the last, best hope for their race to survive.

The planet was running out of resources, the utopia of no disease and long life quickly turned into a shortage of supplies, and people just assumed that at some point the government would fix it.

The truth was that they were going to do nothing, because in less than a decade the amount of energy being harvested from the core would stop the planet spinning, leaving the world a lifeless husk.

It would be three years before the effects became wide spread, before people realized that the colonists had gone to repopulate the species, and the rest of them had been left to die.

So Callista prayed, that this ark would work as it should, because everything depended on it.

A Ginormous Pig

This was for the Weekly Invisible Ink Challenge, and the prompt “Your first time seeing a large animal as a child”. I took an experience I have been told happened when I was a child from an early zoo visit, and put my own spin on it. I found this one really hard, child POV is not my wheelhouse.


“Mommy! Mommy! Look at the pig, it’s swimming! It’s ginormous!” She said, it was the biggest pig she had ever seen, ever.
“Yes baby, it’s a very big pig.” Mommy smiled, and stuck the the scratchy hat on her head.
“Can I pet it?” She asked, pulling the hat off her head. Oops. She almost hit a lady with a baby.
“No, we don’t pet animals at the zoo.” Mommy answered.
“We feeded the deer, can we feed the pig?” She asked, she could pet it while she was feeding it.
The lady with the baby gave mommy a mean look, I don’t like her.
“No-“ Mommy said
“I WANNA FEED THE BIG PIG!” It wasn’t fair, this was so much better than the deer.
“That isn’t a pig, it is a hippopotamus.” The mean lady said.
“A very big pig?” She asked her Mommy.
“Yes sweetie, a hippo is a very big pig. Do you want to go see the elephants?” Mommy asked.
“YES!” She said, taking one last look at the swimming pig, it was the biggest one she had ever seen, EVER.