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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(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