Carman Marshall
Bio
I am a a Fifty-four year old, who lives to write; actually any creative endeavor.
Stories (2/0)
Space, The Vinyl Frontier
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. However, if you listen close, you can hear a whisper, or a whimper, or some small vestige of a life that is in peril. Besides, which one garners the most attention, an earth, shattering scream, or the spine- tingling lilt of a faint cry in the dark, wanting, waiting, longing to be heard. Donavan Baker was experiencing the whole gamut of emotions on this, his maiden, and possibly, final voyage through space. Donavan spent the previous few minutes traveling at just over 17,000 mph through space, spending the majority of his trip reflecting on his past, and the necessity to leave earth; but he knew that he had to devote some of his concentration on his destination. A destination that gave more pause than promise. Well, there was the promise that whatever he discovered in this new world, it would be up to him, alone, to navigate its' intricacies.
By Carman Marshall 2 years ago in Fiction
On The Wright track
Maybe the clickety-clack sounds of the train running rapidly over the track was the biggest factor of why Brad Wright suddenly awakened; but in all likelihood, it was the uneasy feeling that one gets when they feel like they are being watched. That uneasy feeling was made even more heart wrenching for Brad because of an unmitigated circumstance; Brad was nearly all alone, on a speeding train, with only one other person in sight, his estranged, identical twin, Chad, who was standing over him.
By Carman Marshall 2 years ago in Fiction