Fantasy
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 Earthling3 years 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 Earthling3 years 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 Earthling3 years ago in Chapters
Element Inheritance
Home life sucks ass because when my parents aren’t passed out on the couch drunk, they’re having sex stoned out of their minds; and no one wants to see that shit. As soon as I spot sunlight, I smell-test my shirt, grab my black leather jacket, and stuff a pack of cigs in my pocket. Fuck being quiet. My parents won’t notice me leaving as the door slams behind me.
By Ms. Lou Who3 years ago in Chapters
Love In Deep Blue: Chapter 1
In spite of everything, Eva would always love Peter Edward-Smith. How couldn’t she? When your entire world was a town like Triton- distant from the rest of civilization and almost completely surrounded by Atlantic water- it’s hard not to chase the only ray of sunshine. More so when born into a servant’s caste and with lungs that could barely hold the often-frigid air.
By Kera Hildebrandt3 years ago in Chapters
