He didn’t want to be created, but life has a funny sense of humour that grows on you, making you accept it, want it and relish in it. Especially if your days of life only remained as long as you completed the tasks handed to you...
It was not even 7:30 am, and she already felt the warmth of the sun on her face. That’s what you get out here, even in early December, thought Amelia, as she swung her Plymouth convertible out onto the flight line, past a long line of olive green P-40s, parked wingtip - to - wingtip. Stupid really: those planes were sitting ducks that could be blown to bits by a monkey throwing a stick of dynamite from a balloon.
Pitch black, to the point he wasn't sure if he had opened his eyes. He couldn't even see his hand right in front of his face. Slowly he could start making out the tiny lights on the control panels, the buttons and switches, the screens coming alive with static once more. His breathing had remained steady throughout the entire ordeal, and yet he let go a sigh of relief, knowing now that they had survived, and that the equipment seemed to be working properly. He turned to his right, and almost hidden in the darkness of the small compartment, he could see the silhouette of his commander. Oz. Oscar. Sergeant Garza. He was sitting snuggly, arms folded, tucking a compact shotgun closely to his chest. There was no easy way of knowing whether he was awake or not, as he was still wearing his helmet, covering his whole face. Three screens at the front of the compartment suddenly lit up, blinding him for an instant. The feed on the screens was hazy at first and quickly cleared up.
Science fiction has a lot of wonderful romances that fans love to see. Writers in the sci-fi genre generally end up being able to craft incredible stories about love in outer space, romancing while in a dystopian world, or other similar goodness.
The little alien came to earth by accident.First, she was lost but then came to learn how to blend in with human society as predators hunt her down.The people that lived around that area said that amazing and extraordinary things happened there for like, no reason, and thought that these things were done by spirits.They were a superstitious lot, the main reason why she settled around there—anything going wrong as she learned to settle was not read into much.People said, that sometimes they could see a thing glow in the woods at night.Others say they can hear music not of this world, drawing them into the depths of the woods, where no sane person would wonder.And the scent, a scent so sweet that could only be compared to million roses, but to the surprise of the tourists, who have heard the stories, no roses could be found growing there.At least, none there dared to walk further into the forest to find some for fear of disturbing the sound, until one man arrived, too curious to stay away and to drawn to the mystery to pass over it
I stood up and walked to the kitchen, no one was there, so I stopped the running water. Immediately, all of the lights in the house went out. "Oh God," I cursed. I was trying to find my way out of the kitchen since I didn't have any flashlights and my cell phone was on the chair where I had been laying when I suddenly heard the television go on and a female voice screaming from withing. I sighed because I now had a source of light to get to my phone, but was a little worried as to why the TV came on when all the lights were out, and who put it on? Could it be my wife? All these thoughts were going through my mind while I walked into the living room, picked up my phone, and put on the torchlight while I turned off the TV. I made to go out to figure out why the lights suddenly went out when I heard a noise from the kitchen like falling plates, I went straight into the kitchen only to see all the plates on the ground, all broken into pieces. I began to curse in confusion when I heard the living room door open and close.
John went to the grocery store, just like any other day. Well, almost. He grabbed the shopping list off the fridge, the only part of the shopping his wife, Mary, ever did. John was the writer, the one who worked from home. Mary figured the least he could do was pick up the groceries. After all, she spent all day at work while he fiddled around on his computer keyboard sitting at home listening to the stereo all day. To her, his writing was a hobby not a job, even if it did help pay the bills.
“You are fucking with our programme, Terrance!” I shout and hear him screaming out his insane laugh as I take the goggles off for a second to go over the top.
“What’s it been Johnny?” she asks like she hasn’t even kept count. Like it’s been five minutes, five hours or five days, she knows just how long it’s been, five long years since that night.
Rebecca sat up on her bed. Her hair was a mess, and her shirt was slanted at the shoulder.
Ron Howard is well remembered for his major acting roles in TV series such as The Andy Griffith Show (1960-68) and Happy Days (1974-84); he also guest starred on numerous other popular classic shows including The Twilight Zone, Gunsmoke, Bonanza, Lassie, and Land of the Giants. He has been acting in Hollywood for over sixty years and directing for close to fifty. He is probably best known as a director for the Tom Hanks movie Apollo 13 (1995) and the award-winning A Beautiful Mind (2001).