Getting Into It
I love to create things. I always have. From short stories to songs, to art pieces and inventions, to videos and construction projects. I've always liked the satisfaction of making something that will survive long after I'm gone. At some point in the future, my story will make a difference.
The 8-tol Project
"The 8-tol Project was an idea of my mind. It was meant to be used for deep sea research, but the oil companies were the ones who flipped the bill. So I caved to provide a good home for my family. My name is Kal Rivera; top of class MIT engineering graduate, under contract with Exxon Mobil for its inception.
Flowers for My Brithday
A stack of eight-inch hot pancakes sits on a plate on the oakwood table with butter melting through. To its side, a bowl of real homemade grape jelly. A little brunette, blue-eyed girl slowly lifts her head above the table by tip-toeing. A big smile on her face and her widened eyes steadily glued on those cakes. She looks back to see if daddy is looking. He's not. She just wants a taste, so she starts to reach for them. "Aria," says her dad in a warning tone. She quickly pulls her hand back and behind her, and faces him, "Yes, sir?" He has a smirk on his lips as he flips a pancake, "What did we talk about yesterday when I said I was making pancakes?" Molly walks in, fresh out of the shower, "Morning!" "Hey, babe."
Entry 20-175 - It was finally in view. We could see it from Command. It was so beautiful! I have to hand it to Dr. Carla Petty, Head Engineer of SpaceCommand. Thirty five years in space traveling at near light speed and we arrived ten years sooner than expected. I don't remember earth. Never been there, except what I've seen from pictures and movies. Dad always talked about the colors. He was right. The colors are amazing. Much better than this grey and white tin-can that surrounds us. At least the space suits are pink! But there is a difference here that's already noticeable. The star is red. We still can't look at it directly without burning our eyes out. It's brighter than expected, but it is red.
Her Name Is Peace
Farmer Petty from Minnesota recently lost his wife of thirty-five years. His five children are grown and have left the farm; having started their own families and careers. He thought he would love the peace and quiet, and while Betty was alive, he did. Only now, it was strangely and eerily silent for too many days.
Portal of the Dark - Forever Nights
It's dark out at mid-day. The sun is in the sky, but its light intensity has been dimmed to that of what the moon used to be, and the sky is no longer blue with other stars shining through. Standing structures are still mostly intact, but largely unusable in the once populous suburban area of San Francisco, and some solar powered street lights still gently illuminate, but most of downtown is sunk 40 foot into the bay. The once bustling area is now home to shadows, and creatures lurk about. They are the ones to watch out for. Alyssa knows this.