Adventure
Bridge To The Moon: New Moon
(In which our new lunar explorer starts to experience all the Moon has to offer.) Great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad: Although the Moon is very old, in a way it was very new to me - or I was new to it! At times I felt as if I was in some kind of funny, dark, grey, almost shiny junk yard, but without the junk, (most of the time), where I weighed practically nothing and could almost float: but if I jumped up I would always come down again - rather slowly! Sometimes I was exhilarated to think I was in space and on the Moon, and sometimes almost a little gloomy - I think because there wasn’t much colour on the Moon’s surface, and the sky was always black and almost always without visible stars! Fortunately, most buildings we went into must have been designed with this lack of Moon colour in mind, because I saw colour everywhere in most of them, and I found this rather cheering.
By Nicholas Edward Earthling3 years ago in Chapters
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
Frances and the Messages
The creep had taken off with Debbie. By the time I had caught up with the man, he was boarding the subway train with Debbie in his arms, and the doors were closing on the train car. Pain ripped through my chest, and I think if I could have screamed, I would have busted all the windows.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Chapters
Bette Jayne: An American Great
It was cold and raining for the first time in many months. A blanket of thick heat hung in the air collecting atop pooling puddles all along the muddy drive in Silver-Bell Kansas, near Lake Serenity—though nothing about this beautiful place felt serene. Betsy Scott hadn’t even thought about lakes, or rain or clouds, not even a single blade of grass. In fact, she hadn’t looked up at the sky in ages; she’d been stuck in her head—worrying about what the weather was like where her husband William was and if he was cold or tired or hungry. It wasn’t easy being a military-farmer’s wife.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Chapters
