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Starlight; One of my short stories
Topic Started: 5 Jun 2009, 09:53 PM (59 Views)
Curley Q	5 Jun 2009, 09:53 PM Post #1
Goliath Posts: 935 Group: Veterans Member #3 Joined: 26 December 2007	Quote: I posted this by Arazec's suggestion. I am part of a website called storywrite.com. I wrote this particular piece for a contest with anon's help 9so if you don't like it, its anon's fault. lol). I won an honorable mention. It's a little bit sad, but I thought that most people on here would like the sci-fi appeal. Enjoy Starlight John opened the main hatch to the air-lock. He trudged slowly to the main hatch that lead outside as he placed the breathing apprentice on his face and plugged the little hose to the tank strapped to his back. There was really nothing wrong with the atmosphere of the planet as long as you don't breathe it, except for the fact that he never could wash the smell off. There was really no way to describe 'The Stench' as he had grown to call it. The closest thing he could think of was burning plastic grocery bags with week old socks. He cleared breathing apprentice with one strong breath. He grabbed the lamp that was hanging on the wall and depressurized the air-lock. He really did hate going out on the surface at night, but the fuel cells had to be changed now or he would never make it to the next morning. He opened the air-lock door, viewing the desolate, red desert. He turned on the lamp and started the 300 yard hike to Fuel Depot. He stopped after about ten yards and would have smacked himself in the forehead if it weren't for the mask covering it. "I forgot the damn fuel cells" he said to himself. He turned around and walked back to the air-lock only to open a smaller hatch just to the left of it. "Is everything okay out there, John?" said a familiar voice over his radio. "Yes Celia. Everything's fine" "Why did you turn around?" "I forgot the damn fuel cells, but they are not here either. Could you send them down?" "Sure thing, just close the hatch." Celia replied. John heard a loud hiss as soon as the hatch was closed and secured. His fingers was nearly caught it. "Damn it, Celia you have to wait until I tell you it's clear." "Sorry. You're okay aren't you?" Celia asked as she deposited the fuel cells in the chute. They were about as small as a hummingbird's egg and glowed as bright as a distant star. "You're such a baby sometimes," she said as she sent the chute down to John. "Sometimes I think she is trying to send me to the disposal unit," John thought to himself as he opened the hatch and retrieved the four small fuel cells from the delivery system. "Hurry up," Celia said, "we only have three more hours to replace the cells before our power shuts off." "Why can't that damn Depot be closer," he muttered as he continued on his mission, fuel cells in hand. "We go through this every time you replace the fuel cells," Celia replied with her I-know-everything tone, "You know very well that the cells are made of a highly explosive material and if something were to go wrong, it would be bad if it happened near our station." "So what are we eating tonight anyway?" John asks as he reaches the one quarter marker. "Looks like lobster brisk and mashed potatoes," was her smart-ass reply. He knew they would be eating a freeze-dried something with a side of nutrient paste that tasted nothing like mashed potatoes. But he felt like he needed to have fun with her anyway. "That sounds delicious." "John, you're half way there. Maybe I could give you a massage for all the effort." "That will hit the spot after lobster brisk." A shadow moved, or so he thought. "What was that?" he asked as he turned to his left. He could have sworn he saw something. Something big. He continued to stare into the darkness at the edge of the light produced by his lamp. He heard a clicking noise behind him. His heart thundered as he turned and drew the small pistol from his belt. He fell to the ground as he received a blow to the chest from the terrifying creature before him. The fuel cells clattered from his hand John looked back up at the creature before him, frozen in horror. This thing was big. I mean, really big. It looked like a giant, hairy lizard as it stood a staggering eight feet tall. John raised his pistol and discharged a few rounds at it. The bullets glanced off of the creature's thick, furry hide. John screamed as the creature pounced on him. ... "John...John...I'm not playing John." Celia screamed as she turned off the locator device and turned it back on. "Turn on your damn beacon now and stop playing games." "Why does he have to be like this?" she thought to herself as she waited on his response. "John..." There was only static in reply. She noticed the lights in the station begin to dim. "There goes the auxiliary power," She thought to herself. She checked the fuel cell read out. They read 0% capacity. "Flat line. Great. I'm going to kill John." She opened the hatch leading to the mess hall. She looked out the window in the hall way as she passed it. A creature was staring back at her. It was big, ugly and hairy and it looked really hungry. Blood dripped from his fangs and talons. A piece of orange space suit hung from his mouth. She turned and screamed as it punched through the window. She almost made it to the entry hatch when the auxiliary power shut off. ... John lay dead in the open field. The fuel cells beside him started to dim. Their light faded into the darkness.
	My Command is this:Love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that he should lay down his life for his friends. -John 15:12-13 That's a mighty wicked place. Tilt-a-whirl's okay, but the rest is pure wicked. Hell have no fury like the vast robot armies of a woman scorned Now boarding stand by passengers


ARAZEC	6 Jun 2009, 12:28 AM Post #2
This Person Has No Life Posts: 3,811 Group: Members Member #48 Joined: 18 June 2008	awsome ! ARAZEC can spot talent a mile off !!!!!!
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Luemas	6 Jun 2009, 09:17 PM Post #3
All ur Walrus R belong to Me Posts: 3,848 Group: Members Member #189 Joined: 14 January 2009	Sci-Fi for the win... Man.. I wish I could write like that... And I was going to right instead of write... Great job though, Short concise and to the point. I need to read more. Also. More writing. And... why is it called starlight? Not all sci-fi has to have star in it.
	Mr. Walrus is under arrest. Duh Duh Duh! My Horn can Pierce the Sky!


Curley Q	7 Jun 2009, 07:23 AM Post #4
Goliath Posts: 935 Group: Veterans Member #3 Joined: 26 December 2007	anon thought of the name and he helped with most of the story.
	My Command is this:Love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that he should lay down his life for his friends. -John 15:12-13 That's a mighty wicked place. Tilt-a-whirl's okay, but the rest is pure wicked. Hell have no fury like the vast robot armies of a woman scorned Now boarding stand by passengers


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