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.
“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.
Free Ticket to Pluto: Intro
Emil sat on an stiff, uncomfortable table stool. However, this proved to be invaluable in his current situation. It distracted him from the horrible, cardboard like sandwich he was eating.
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.
"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.
"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.