Thomas Hernandez
Bio
Beginner writer.
Stories (10/0)
Into the comet
Abraham’s body jolted to the right as the spaceship avoided another chuck of debris from the comet. The navigation control had the target in sight but getting there was going to be a bit tricky. Luckily, he had a great pilot. His confidence in the situation never made him nervous.
By Thomas Hernandez3 years ago in Futurism
The Delivery Man: A Nice Chat
Carlos felt the cold water on his face as waves passed over him. He smiled with his eyes closed and let the ocean carry him down the current. It had been a long time since he had time to relax. It was just a few weeks ago he was being chased by mutant beasts and an unrelenting army in a never ending hellscape to deliver a very important package. After a tough work schedule, sometimes you just need to take some mental health days. Another splash of water hit his face but this time it had a lot more force. And it wasn’t salty. Also, someone just punched him in the face.
By Thomas Hernandez3 years ago in Futurism
AdoraBULL!
Augustine breathed in the dusty air as he made his way in the hot, summer sun. Sweat dripped down his brow, causing him to readjust his hat. The bandana that hung around his neck was pulled up over his nose and mouth. There was still a ways to go but hopefully he would make it unscathed. He took a sip of water and looked up at the cloudless skies. It was the worst day for this journey, but he had no choice. The time was now. As a cool breeze pushed him forward, he felt a cold shiver down his leg.
By Thomas Hernandez3 years ago in Fiction
The LAAAND of the GIANTS!
“Welcome! To the LAAAAND of the GIANTS!-“ “Shut up Gary! Sit down and check the pressure gauges!” Gary sat down with a smirk on his face. He thought he was hilarious. Unfortunately, everyone else was too busy to even pretend to laugh. Krista was making sure the navigation was correct and that they weren’t flying into something. The compass spun in wild circles while the maps made no sense. Her stomach lifted to her chest as the ship dropped for a few seconds.
By Thomas Hernandez3 years ago in Fiction
Delivery Man
“Five more minutes grandma.” Carlos reached for the alarm clock, willing the sound to go away. He hated that fucking thing, but his grandma made the best pancakes, so it was worth it. Except there was no alarm clock. And his grandma had been dead for over twenty years. Clarity filled his head. Silly Carlos, he thought. That was no alarm clock! That was a flash grenade.
By Thomas Hernandez3 years ago in Futurism
All Sales are Final
“Well there she is! Ain’t she a beaut?” An old man of at least eighty years pointed at an even older red barn. Its doors crisscrossed with faded white stripes, splashed with dirt. At least Joe hoped it was dirt. This was a barn after all. Could manure be flung onto doors? There was a lot to learn about the barn business that Joe was still pretty new to.
By Thomas Hernandez3 years ago in Fiction
Please Recycle
"What is this?" I flip the object in my hands a few times, trying to figure out what it does. A flat piece of metal that has a bend at the end, giving it an L shape. Do I need this for something? Is it part of the coffee table, or maybe a picture frame? Can't be that important I guess.
By Thomas Hernandez3 years ago in Futurism
Red Dirt
"Give me a whiskey and Shiner. And some more whiskey, Kathy. Please." Juana peered up from her own drink to see an elderly woman wearing a jumpsuit red with Martian soil, splotched with random strips of duct tape. Her face was worn and hard. Gray and black hair pulled back in a bun made specifically for fitting inside of a pressure suit helmet. She looked like she could kick your ass before baking you an apple pie as she kissed away your boo boos.
By Thomas Hernandez3 years ago in Futurism