The Image in Ice

It all began with a desperate need to be free and some coin in a purse…Beware the ice.

The Portal

Troublesome doesn’t even begin to explain it…

A Few Words of Parting

I find myself at some bar

in the middle of some tiny island paradise;

my own pair of eyes

watching someone play with a pair of dice;

surrounded some clear,

calm seas,

capped with some clear, calm skies;

sipping on some clear, calming drink;

the first or the sixth — it doesn’t really matter,

I’m not really there. I’m picturing myself daydreaming about being on some grassy field

with some hills before me.

Panta Rhei

Once there was a fish who lived in a vast and near-endless ocean…

Unification – Iteration 5: Spirillum, Coccus, & Bacillus

The LED lights of the Maintenance Pod gave birth to strange shadows among the heavy equipment and spare parts. They twisted and turned at queer angles, combining, diverging, and separating in locations that made no sense and yet were there nonetheless. A small whorl of dust broke free from a disused tire and fell, crossing paths with several shadowy projections. The motes of debris seemingly vanish from existence only to reappear on the other side of the shadow. The shadows themselves were like a portal to another place, an untouchable place; a place of unknowns and unimaginable postulations.

From the End to the Beginning

Ever have one of those moments after waking up from an extendedly long sleep to find yourself unable to recall how you got somewhere, just like the very place you were now waking from?

That’s about how I feel right now.

Unification – Iteration 4: Stay Alone; Stay Alive

The sandstorm raged on relentlessly. Sarah did her best to control her breathing. She was not going to let years of her training go to waste just because her mission refused to go to plan, or else what would be the point of training in the first place? She could hear the individual grains of sand pelt her visor like raindrops of stone. She checked her instruments again: vitals remained steady, oxygen levels were still good. She had been walking for nearly an hour, but with very little direction or indication of how much land she had traversed, it was hard to tell how much further she had to go. Still, she pushed on.

‘All Earth was but one thought
and that was Death.’

— Lord Byron

Ticker Tape

A starving street urchin.

There was so much screaming, I’ve never heard a man scream so much.

I took this worse than losing Pluto as a planet: planetoid-rage.

Unification – Iteration 3: Landfall

In the sky, a new kind of star fell. Its fiery tail cleaved through the vaporous dust clouds, tearing the sky asunder like a sea of red. Sand and dust swirled along the rocky surface of the Ares Vallis, that ancient lakebed that was once the site of catastrophic flooding, now lay arid and bare, patiently awaiting a flood of another kind to come, a flood no one would expect, let alone imagine. A flood that has been coming for many eons and is on the verge of arriving, of welcoming the three inside their tiny nutshell spacecraft. Something is coming; something is waiting for them; something has been awoken and yearned to be free…

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