I had always stared up at the stars. I pondered the beauty, the endless sea of stars, the infinite opportunity for hope. The constant hope that one day I would be called forward to see it all. That call came in the form of a diplomatic mission. The journey to the planet was incredible. Whizzing past stars, planets, entire galaxies in mere minutes. I was finally living out my dream. As we landed on this planet, much less green and blue than from up above, I couldn't help but wonder if today I would meet my first human.
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Michael Harrison
Adventurer and nature enthusiast. Aspiring children's book author, novelist, and poet. Perpetual dreamer. My thoughts and ramblings are lost within the multitudes of notebooks I purchase and I don't have any hesitation in adding one more.
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A Weekend Away
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. As the snow crunched underneath our tires, my mind was racing. Who was this person, that out of the blue decided to reconnect with me? That decided I was worth their time after so many years away. The better question was of course, how could I enter this relationship again, knowing how badly I ended up hurting last time I tried to rekindle this relationship. This time will be different, I continued to tell myself. Outside of the car the evergreens were glistening inthe sun. It looked like one of those glittery snowballs, you know the ones. The blue sky above still seemed enormous, towering over the ancient pine forest where our cabin retreat, where we could spend the next 48 hours.
By Michael Harrison2 years ago in Fiction
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