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.
See the link at the top of the page for the full Supernova story. Read the rest of this entry
(Dazzling, Clandestine and Pug)
Darlene looked down over her shoulder. Mr. Knickerbockers was coming up the long wooden ramp at a run, eager to reach the top. She climbed up on the railing on the side, waiting for him to reach the spot where she could swing her leg across his back and jump on. She would then hold on as he jumped off the platform into the tank, 40 feet below.
She adjusted the strap on her bathing cap and saw that Mr. Knickerbockers had reached the top. He approached her at a run – she would have to swing her leg up quickly and jump at the same time if she wanted to catch him before he rocketed past. She did miss now and again – only to land painfully against the wooden rails on the other side or in one heart stopping leap, almost all the way across the other side! Today she landed safely on his back and grabbed hold. Billy, the announcer, was already half way through his bit. 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
Serendipity, Renaissance, Monique
There’s a girl sitting on my doorstep in a lovely Renaissance wedding gown, crying her eyes out, was Elise‘s first thought. The second was that the gown was muddy and torn. The girl’s mascara had run all down her face; her lipstick and hand prints had smudged the glass on the door of the shop. The peculiar scene looked all the stranger for the lack of any evening traffic out front. There was no one chasing her and no banged up car in the road. Elise had no idea who the girl was or why she was crying.
She stood back in the shadows, watching the girl for a moment. Long dark hair, cut in that new layered look that was so flattering these days. Her bangs were sticking up in the front and tangled. Large brown eyes stared at the door in front of her, not seeming to see anything at all. There was a scrape on her elbow and you could see where she had brushed against her dress, marking it with scratches of blood and dirt. The girl didn’t look panicked, just…despairing. Like she’d given up on something that meant everything. Had the groom left her at the altar? Had she tried to chase him? Elise stepped out of the shadows, she simply had to know. Read the rest of this entry
Indonesia, Javanese, Woman
(Another one for the kids)
Berani slowly opened her eyes. Someone was crawling over her, sticking their legs into her belly and sliding down her back. She rolled away and rubbed her face, hiding her eyes. She could smell wood shavings; it was a smell she always associated with hamsters and gerbils. They were like captive mice to her, always behind glass and inaccessible. Not the same smell as the rats that roamed the floors and shelves at night. They were dark, furtive things that darted around the floor looking for food. The ones that lived in the walls and floors. She would like to run and chase and catch them! It was a vague thought, sleepy-headed and unfulfilled. Read the rest of this entry
flamingo, knight, loupe
Carolina Hayes pulled her feathered, electrified and bedazzled headdress off and put it on a shelf in the back of the dressing room. Jessica Martin and Arlene Treanor were nearby, doing the same. They all sat and took off their strappy sandals with the 4 inch heels Read the rest of this entry
Mistake, Chocolate, Whale
The small bell over the front door jingled merrily. People had come and gone all morning, ordering cakes with everything from crowns to whales to Barbie dolls on them.
“Hello, welcome to Baking Babes, how are you today?” The owner, Candy Owens, greeted the newcomers with a smile. Father and daughter, Candy thought. They favored one another.
“We would like to order a cake,” said the gentleman. Read the rest of this entry
Xerox, Coelacanth, Paprika
Cathy DeBaria had forgotten and left her papers on the desk again. Now if she intended to get any work done this weekend she would have to return to the museum, and walk all the way to her office. Aggravated with herself, she turned to run back in. She would have to take a later bus. The harried ichthyologist would be late for her writer’s group meeting and the dinner afterward, although there was still a chance to make it if she hurried and went straight to the hall from work. Everyone brought a covered dish and Cathy usually made deviled eggs with a little paprika sprinkled over the top. She hated showing up without food, but this time it could not be helped. Read the rest of this entry
Weightless, cloud, Ride
Don’t look down Marge, just don’t look down, she told herself as the men began to work on the ropes. Her hands gripped the railing, her knuckles white. I’m a television reporter. I can do this. One of the team standing nearby saw her face and called out.
“Hey lady, you look like you seen a ghost already!” Read the rest of this entry
Wine, Evening, Stars.
Abe sat in a doorway, just off of the sidewalk. It was another muggy night in Atlanta; it had been unusually hot this summer across the entire US. Global warming, schmobal warming, it was too hot to worry about it. Too hot to even think about it, and Abe was in no condition to do either. The cheap wine he drank earlier was fully in his system and clogging all avenues of thought. The grey suit he had put on at seven o’clock this morning was rumpled and stained. The white shirt was torn and his tie gone…he vaguely remembered putting it around the bartenders neck at the..at…well where ever he had been. Read the rest of this entry