Nicholas Edward Earthling
Bio
Hello fellow earthlings. I am one of you! I hope you're happy about that.
I'm an Australian retiree who wants to write as a hobby, and perhaps have some critical and commercial success. However, I do value my privacy so won't be oversharing.
Stories (19/0)
Those Who Get Younger - Chapter One
I’ve known Bill all my life. Although he’s not well educated, he’s the most intelligent person I’ve ever met. But he was at his brightest when he was just a small boy, and has been getting gradually less bright all his life. But that’s not how he sees it. Bill is one of those who get younger.
By Nicholas Edward Earthling8 months ago in Chapters
Bridge To The Moon: The Return
(In which it’s time for our well-travelled Earthling to head for home.) Great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad: I had mixed feelings about it being time to head back home to Earth. I was both happy and sad to be leaving the Moon. I didn’t know if I would ever return, and, as things have turned out, two hundred odd years later, I haven’t as yet - I probably never will now. At the same time, I was glad to be heading home.
By Nicholas Edward Earthling8 months ago in Chapters
Bridge To The Moon: The Lunar Tour
(In which our intrepid traveller and friends are acquainted with many of the wonders of the moon.) Great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad: After breakfast the next day we started our six week tour of the Moon. It sounds like a long tour, but when you consider that it’s a tour of an entire heavenly body, it’s not that long really. There was still plenty that we didn’t see!
By Nicholas Edward Earthling8 months ago in Chapters
Bridge To The Moon: New Moon
(In which our new lunar explorer starts to experience all the Moon has to offer.) Great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad: Although the Moon is very old, in a way it was very new to me - or I was new to it! At times I felt as if I was in some kind of funny, dark, grey, almost shiny junk yard, but without the junk, (most of the time), where I weighed practically nothing and could almost float: but if I jumped up I would always come down again - rather slowly! Sometimes I was exhilarated to think I was in space and on the Moon, and sometimes almost a little gloomy - I think because there wasn’t much colour on the Moon’s surface, and the sky was always black and almost always without visible stars! Fortunately, most buildings we went into must have been designed with this lack of Moon colour in mind, because I saw colour everywhere in most of them, and I found this rather cheering.
By Nicholas Edward Earthling8 months ago in Chapters
Bridge To The Moon: To The Moon
(In which Great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad reaches that nearby, silvery, heavenly body.) Great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad: We were going down, not up, after leaving L1, even though we hadn’t changed direction, because we were now under the influence of the Moon’s gravity, rather than the Earth’s - so gravity was pulling everything towards the Moon, instead of towards the Earth, (as it had previously been doing up until we got to L1). The seats had now swivelled 180 degrees to how they had been before, unless passengers had clicked them in a fixed position - in which case they could have suddenly found themselves sitting upside down!
By Nicholas Edward Earthling8 months ago in Chapters
Bridge To The Moon: The Bridge Itself
(In which Great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad recounts what he recalls of that great, great, great, great, great, great piece of infrastructure he once traversed, so very, very, very, very, very, very long ago - and tells of an averted disaster.)
By Nicholas Edward Earthling8 months ago in Chapters
Bridge To The Moon: Proloque
(In which a very, very, very, very, very, very old, but sometime wily ancestor, introduces the subject, and tells his much, much, much, much, much, much younger and trusting descendant, of the complications - as he (mis?)understands them - associated with building a bridge to the Moon.)
By Nicholas Edward Earthling8 months ago in Chapters
New Voice of the People
Once upon a Wednesday morn, America’s epic tale took a truly strange turn. That self-proclaimed and much acclaimed, great nation, had always seemed to be striving for great ideals, while at the same moment desperately holding itself back, lest it should achieve them: from early beginnings as a land of the free, (for those not dispossessed or enslaved); to a land where slaves were freed, (if life under Jim Crow is free); to the beginnings of true freedom for all, (although still harbouring disadvantage). It was a land of opportunity, (compared to lands with little); a democratic land, (in states where all could vote); an enlightened, civilised land, (for all not discriminated against, or harassed). Now it would change to a different and very curious thing. It would conduct another great experiment in democracy, take another stab at its great dream, have another go at justice for all in a brave land, and suffer a horrendous blow when the dream went badly awry.
By Nicholas Edward Earthling9 months ago in Fiction