Rich Smith
Stories (2/0)
Sage
CHAPTER 1 - WELCOME HOME Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. My inner monologue is interrupted by a modulated voice that echoes through the spaceship’s cargo hold to where I stare through a magnetic seal to the planet below. “Approaching departure zone. Ready to jump in t-minus twenty minutes. Satellite data incomplete. Weather uncertain below mesosphere. Best estimate of surface wind speed is zero to thirty kilometers per hour.”
By Rich Smith2 years ago in Fiction
Dinner with the Orwells
The fist hammering against our door sounds muted from where I hide in a hollowed-out wall behind my mom’s massive china cabinet. The voice that follows is harsh but muffled, so even the staccato authority of a Federal Citizen Protectorate officer is difficult to understand. What’s never hard to interpret, though, is the overt threat that even an eighth grader like me understands.
By Rich Smith3 years ago in Fiction