Adrian Alexander
Bio
Musician, poet, author, and daydreamer living in Colorado and working on an education while trying my damndest to squeeze out a novel
Stories (6/0)
The Oppressive Weight of Darkness
The Oppressive Weight of Darkness Darkness engulfed him. He could almost feel the oppressive weight of it bearing down on him, crushing his spirit, weighing down his soul. The sound of his own breathing filled his ears, the pounding of his heart like ominous footsteps stalking him through the night. He consciously worked to calm his breathing, calm his heart, and then he heard it.
By Adrian Alexander3 years ago in Futurism
I Did Not Catch That
I Did Not Catch That Captain Andrew Hawkins sat down upon the too-firm, clinical-style bunk and punched his identification code into the input display mounted beside the bed. A single musical tone sounded, seeming exceptionally loud in the all-too-quiet expanse of the ship. His crewmates were already in stasis for the long journey, having each finished their individual tasks in preparation for the interplanetary jump. For the first time since training had begun for the mission, Hawkins was alone. He felt like he should revel in the silence, considering all the chaos involved in the last few weeks leading up to the launch, but it was quite the opposite. He missed the sound of human activity; the voices of his crewmates, the chiding and joking that occurred as they went about their duties upon the spacecraft. Now, the only sounds he could detect were the low hum of the ship and his own breathing. The silence was nothing short of oppressive.
By Adrian Alexander3 years ago in Futurism
Damaged Thrusters
Damaged Thrusters Hawkins woke with a start, the sound of the ship’s emergency alarm system carried over from his dark dreams. The cabin was pulsing with a dull red light, alerting him instantly that something was seriously wrong. Aiaa’s disembodied voice rang out throughout the cabin.
By Adrian Alexander3 years ago in Futurism
