Antonella Di Minni
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The room was really just a niche in their cave and the window was a small opening that was kept blocked with a stone to keep out the cold. She wasn’t supposed to move the stone, but when her father was out hunting, she couldn’t help herself. She would peak out at the frozen landscape hoping to see her father returning.
The Weather Outside is Frightful
Day 1 We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. “What exactly is an A-frame?” Gerald asked. I was taken aback. “Gerald! How can you not know?” I asked. “You’re the most well-educated person I know. You are a certifiable genius. How is it you lack the knowledge of such a trivial thing?”
The Wrong Place at the Right Time
“In space, no one can hear you scream, or so they say.” That ridiculous line from some Alien rip-off movie resonates in my head. Of course, no one can hear you scream in a vacuum. No air, no sound. So, I will not waste any of my last breaths screaming. I will restrict the screams to my mind as I try to understand why I have found myself floating in space.
My Space Train
The first thing I heard was the voice of the Conductor. “Julia Carlson, wake up please. Dr. Carlson, your assistance is needed. Please respond. Julia Carlson, wake up please…” The deep voice repeated the message several times as I tried to make my eyes, and mind, focus. As I became more alert, I saw that I was lying on a medical diagnostic bed while two small robots scanned me and checked readings. I guessed that I was in a hospital. “I’m awake,” I finally responded to the voice.
Depth of Emotion
Dr. Michael Lee checked the mini-sub’s depth gauge for the third time in the last ten minutes. There were still over three thousand feet until they reached the bottom. At a 100 feet per minute, Dr. Lee would have to endure another 30 minutes of babble from Mrs. Marie Teller. This was his seventh trip to the wreck of the Titanic, and it was the first time that his anticipation had been replaced with something new: dread. How would he ever endure this voyage with the dreadful woman at his side?
From the Journal of Sir Ziggy Newton, September 1687
On a late summer’s day, I was seated beneath the pear tree in my garden, enjoying the shade it provided. It was a delightful afternoon and my thoughts were focused on the beauty of nature. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the freshness of the air. I was nearly dozing when suddenly I was struck on my cranium by a ripe pear!
Penny watched true crime shows not for entertainment, but as research. She would take mental notes of mistakes the murderers made that led to their downfall. It surprised her how murderers would often make obvious mistakes that she planned to avoid. The best ones made the killing look like an accident. Where they would mess up was when they wouldn’t account for one little thing that the police would notice later. Penny believed if she planned carefully, she could finally be rid of her husband.
Dying of the Light
Jenny was pulled from her sleep by a sudden lurch of the train. Her head was against the window and it took a few moments to orient herself. Her mind was clouded by the shadow of a nightmare. It was fading, but she still felt as if she was in a dream.