Joe was an astronaut sent on a mission to monitor a black hole that suddenly appeared in the solar system. His spacecraft was equipped with the latest technology, but something went wrong. He felt a sudden jolt, and everything went black. He opened his eyes and realized he was floating in space. That's when he turned and saw another astronaut. Slowly the other astronaut turned. Joe realized he was looking at himself. His helmet was damaged, and his body was lifeless. Then, he realized he had died in the accident. He was now a ghost, forever drifting in space.
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Joseph Cosgriff
Aspiring new writer who loves fiction and specifically post-apocalyptic and dystopian stories. Looking to see what I can do to better my skills.
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