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Ted wished he could wipe the sweat off his brow. It had run down into his eyes a few times and it stung like crazy. He hoped he wouldn’t have an itch to scratch since clearly that wasn’t going to happen either. He looked over at Jim, the picture of calmness, methodically spraying the trinite back and forth, back and forth. They had been out for about 45 minutes this run, hard at work the whole time. People’s lives depended on them finishing this and getting it right. Read the rest of this entry
Trying to reach
So far away,
yet so near to me. Read the rest of this entry
(Lunar, Schnitzel, Monogamous)
Ladies and Gentlemen, please bring your attention to the left side of the rover.” The tour guide pointed. “Right there, see it? That folks, is a Schnit, oh how fortuitous to find one!” She pointed to a smallish thing like a tube worm only with legs. “They are a monogamous creature, as far as we can tell they are indigenous to our own moon. On all the planets we’ve landed on and explored so far, the Schnits have never been seen anywhere but here; they are quite rare.” Read the rest of this entry
(Forty-five, Anteater, Karma)
I walked into the hospital room they put my son in. I was tired, kind of in shock. It was a semi-private room, holding a bathroom and two beds, separated by floor to ceiling curtains that could be drawn back. My son Donald was in the bed by the door. His appendix had burst. None of us had recognized the symptoms and by the time we realized there was something seriously wrong my husband Bill had to call an ambulance. Bill would come in the car, as soon as he got my sister to sit with our six-year old daughter. Read the rest of this entry
Jim Rivers, a navigator, now finds himself leading the crew of the Valiant Explorer. He has awakened everyone on board and held a conference with all the section leaders to detail the situation – their ship veered off course and has brought them into a strange solar system that is going supernova – in 3 days. They cannot outrun it. While everyone is shocked, a few voices of reason prevail – giving the team a possible plan to survive the explosion.
They have decided to salvage usable parts from the ship and forge enough trinite to seal the connection points between as many modules as possible, in effect creating one very long spacecraft. A memorial service was given for the captain and his first in command who died when a fire damaged their pods.
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To See the Sea Again
I’ll see the big old trees again
and walk along the sand.
I’ll smell the fresh sea breeze
I’ll be walking hand in hand Read the rest of this entry
When last we left navigator Jim Rivers, he had come out of his frozen sleep on board the Valiant Explorer. The Valiant is a self-contained top of the line excavation and processing facility. Massive in size and purpose, it mines (among other things) the new and valuable metal Trinite.
Jim stirred. The darkness was made of ice. Fits of shivering left little warmth and instinctively he clenched into a ball trying to conserve body heat. His mind tried to make sense of the sensory input and was failing. Soon he would have to open his eyes and find out why he was in such distress but he didn’t want to – he wanted to go back to sleep and dream. He tried to imagine sparkling clear ocean waves crashing overhead as he scuba dived on a coral reef. But no, the water was cold and the rock was hard. Another bout of shivering rattled his head against the floor and caused him to wince. Enough. Read the rest of this entry
(Garnish, Wise, Politics)
Dear Dorothy, December 1, 1948
I was glad to get your letter in the post. It was forwarded to us by the state department. You will notice that the return post on mine is Paris, France. Yes, my dear Paul has been stationed here for four years, four years! I shall love every minute of it, do you hear? Paris! Read the rest of this entry
As published in “The Valdosta Magazine,” Winter 2010.
The Christmas Box by Monique Nagel
Early on Christmas morning my family gathered around the tree my stepfather had cut down, decorated with ornaments that we kids had used our entire lives. Our home was decorated with popcorn garlands, lights, construction paper chains, and cards everywhere. The entire Holiday Season was spent with Jingle Bells frolicking on the radio and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer flying across the television. We played UNO at the kitchen table and laughed until we cried. My mother and stepfather were the glue that held this happy whirlwind together. Read the rest of this entry
George stood over June’s body, looking down. He was still angry, and still wanted to hurt her but the kid had gone and called the police; it was time to leave if he ever intended to get out. The evening darkness would hide their escape. It would be hard to get Geoffrey to go, but there really was no choice was there? Already Geoffrey was holding his head and rocking back and forth, like he had done as a child. Now there’s a blast from the past, thought George. There was a time when Geoffrey had been very familiar with that position. Read the rest of this entry