She didn’t have the luxury of time. Releasing her safety harness, she glanced at the readouts one more time before pushing off. Grabbing the back of her flight seat she flipped herself over. Shoving hard against the cabin roof, she shot towards the engineering access.
Floating along the tunnel, she slowed her travel by grasping rungs in the ladder along the side. Reaching the engineering space, her wrist-com began beeping with a warning of her ship’s decaying orbit. Continue reading Orbital Decay: YeahWrite #281→
Hey all, I’m going to toss out this little flash fiction scene that came to mind as I was trying to move my NaNoWriMo projects forward.
Here for your enjoyment, in all it’s unedited glory I give you.
For hours the screen had sat there, blank the blank editor mocking the author as he attempted to further the next installment of his epic work. Nothing he did could get his creative juices flowing again.
Long days and longer hours seemed to have sapped the story from him.
As he stared at the editor in front of him, he a gave a huge yawn and his eyes started to droop as the clock clicked over towards a new day.
With a jerk he woke, looking around wildly. Outside, in the distance, he could hear a crashing sound, looking out the window he could see the devastation as the object falling from the sky crushing everything beneath.
As it got closer, he ran out the door hoping to find shelter before it was too late. Praying that he could avoid the fate which appeared to have befallen so many of his compatriots.
Suddenly a shadow fell on him, looking up he could see the cube hovering there. It was too late, the Writers Block had found him.