Sol Survivors Chapter 11: Gifts from the Stars
Link to all the chapters – click here The workshop smells of grease and ozone, the kind that clings to your skin long after you leave. Tools scatter across benches like forgotten soldiers. Marvin...
Link to all the chapters – click here The workshop smells of grease and ozone, the kind that clings to your skin long after you leave. Tools scatter across benches like forgotten soldiers. Marvin...
**Content Warning: This short story contains themes of suicide, depression, and self-harm. Reader discretion is advised.** **Author’s Note:** I need to preface this by saying the subject matter here deals with suicidal thoughts as...
Link to all the chapters – click here The Solvo’s engines settle into a steady thrum, the kind that rattles your teeth just enough to remind you the ship is still alive. Jupiter hangs...
Link to all the chapters – click here Rand pushes through the hatch from the infirmary. The corridor is narrow, lit by the same flickering strips that seem to run on borrowed power. His...
Link to all the chapters – click here Toku steps out of the Solvo’s makeshift infirmary where Rand still recovers. The girl Lila still attending to the battered marine, her talents seeming to blossom...
Link to all the chapters – click here Lila slips into the makeshift infirmary on the Solvo, the first spaceship she’s ever been on. The converted crew cabin hums low with the ship’s heartbeat....
Link to all the chapters – click here Rand lies on the narrow bunk in the Solvo’s makeshift infirmary. The converted crew cabin feels more like a coffin than a med bay. Bulkheads scarred...
I had a friend of mine read this a little while back and he noted the writing style and tone shift near the end of the story (as well as giving me some other...
Link to all the chapters – click here Chapter 5: Processed A sharp metallic hiss. The unmistakable whine of a rocket motor igniting. It cuts through the ringing in Rand’s ears just long enough...
Chapter 4: Purge The spoke corridor stretches ahead, wide enough for two lanes of traffic for cargo haulers but feeling narrower with every step. Red emergency lights pulse overhead, throwing long shadows that make...