Jack Johnson
Bio
College student writer writing things
Stories (4/0)
Rather Handsome
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. For years I traveled alone in my cold and desolate spacecraft, twisting and turning through the darkness of space. I didn't know where I was headed. My navigator had been destroyed once I had separated from my mothership. I wish I could say I remember my disconnection like it was yesterday, and although I do remember it, I could feel every waking moment afterwards - time stretching more and more as I became lost in time. I don't think I could tell when yesterday was, or when tomorrow would be, or if I was even present myself. Originally, I was to be sent from the mothership to investigate a new planet, and when I became ready to launch in my vessel, something imploded in the mothership's rear causing it to spin rather rapidly. Someone must have released me on accident, as my spacecraft ripped off and was involuntarily thrown away from the planet, spinning and swirling through the darkness of space. I was able to stabilize the vessel with the use of its thrusters, but by the time I had it adjusted, I had traveled too far and lost my way.
By Jack Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
Silent Candle
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Th-That's all I had heard, I swear. We just wanted to see if it was true!" The young man squirmed in his bindings. The rope around his limbs was thick and interwoven through an old wooden chair. In front of him was pitch black space in the darkest of night, a phenomenon that prevented him from seeing anything in front of him. He paused all movement as he heard the cabin's floors slowly creak in front of him, forcing his imagination to only wonder what would approach him.
By Jack Johnson2 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons of Death Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Sure, we’ve always had lizards of some kind – but that’s expected for a desert like Death Valley. But actual, fantastical dragons? Never. Before, I was even certain there hadn’t been dragons anywhere at any time. And yet Death Valley National Park was infested with them, like cockroaches in a dirty kitchen.
By Jack Johnson2 years ago in Fiction