My First Book
This story began at the end of 2019, I started to jot down ideas and set the vision for it. Then at the beginning of 2020, I sat down and wrote, evolving my ideas along the way.
Hello and welcome to foreverWordy, please, grab your favourite brew then sit down and relax, here you can find a collection of short stories and drawings.
You like stories don’t you?
Good, so do I, so much so that here is where you can feast your eyes upon my work, and judge it as you will. Ultimately, foreverWordy will be a place where I can share my work across space and time.
This is a new adventure for me, and I hope to have you come along and enjoy the experience.
Here is the Nav-System to easily locate space-time anomalies.
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There he sat on a chair shaped as if it were a sunbed, with bottle in hand, suited up in a metallic box of an environmental suit, head and face exposed, and a brown dwarf star held up half-way on the horizon’s edge. It was very close, like a giant button mixed with pinkish and purple hues. Bright, yet dim enough for the reign of night, that, and probably due to a thin atmosphere, a pink to black sky stood over him. Starless.
A ring surrounded him and the structure behind his back. It was built into the ground and glowed a blue-turquoise colour, from this, it produced an energy field that was then formulated into an air-tight, pressurised dome. No foreign air could enter, neither radiation nor heat or cold or any other weather condition such as rain, heavy winds, snow, lightning etc. Inside he was shielded from all the elements. Not that he had to worry about rain or heavy winds due to the lack of atmosphere as well as the planet’s barren surface.
Plains upon plains of nothing but cold sand and jagged rock formations that stuck out of the world like spikes. Barely, though enough to glimpse them…were buried ruins of long-forgotten cities. The man did not know them, nor were they his people, he couldn’t remember much; being alive for many millenniums. As far as he knew, this place was great to hunker down onto. Because to be frank, least in his vicinity, there was nowhere else to go.
He took a sip from the bottle.
A gush of liquid down towards the end of a metal junction could be discerned. Inside this compact room a copious amount of steam had blanketed the area to a stifling degree; there was someone behind the obscured glass-encased unit. Judging from the person’s relaxed stature, they seemed to be not bothered in the slightest.
With a squeak the sound had stopped, and the steam began to dissipate over a matter of minutes as the ventilation system kicked in. More of the bathroom revealed itself, a lean-muscled man emerged, bald, clean-shaven and had one or two wrinkles here and there. His blue-eyed gaze landed upon a pile of clothes on the floor; a navy vest, dark beige industrial trousers multilayered with pockets and dog tags hidden between the folds.
A hand reached out for one of the towels, and with swift strokes and gentle pats he dried himself, got dressed, then proceeded down the metal junction lined with pipes and data terminals.
The door he approached slid open, before him was an array of consoles from left to right, a couple seats as well as a canopy. The cockpit. Beyond the glass of the cockpit was a view of extraordinary proportions; mass fields of giant grass, curved beech-like trees with leaves of a turquoise nature, stalks that hanged weird fruits or flowers of small to humongous sizes, rivers that flowed with a distinct red or dark pink water, and vast mountains in the distance. The sky was also of an odd purple hue decorated with long strikes of white clouds, and a gas-giant up high that swirled with a concoction of dark brown, white and a minty tone. Like a mint chocolate, though not to consume as it coursed with storms of untold magnitude and not of the creamy, sugary taste one might desire. Ironically, a stark black cup situated on a blank space amidst all the buttons and dials was half-empty, with a brown liquid that bubbled.
What a phrase, though it’s certainly one way to remember something, which in this case involves different types of stars. No kissing, unless you want to become Icarus and pucker your lips out…let’s just say it won’t be pretty.
Got that? Ok, let’s start.
Our universe is filled with galaxies, and what are galaxies comprised of?…stars. There are so many, so lets begin with our own; the Sun.
Somewhere in the cold confounds of the universe was a shielded world, no one had attempted to, successfully, turn those shields off. Until now.
‘Come on Yish, you’re wasting company time’
Her fingers froze over the keyboard, mid-way in entering some form of sequence, and struck dagger-like eyes at her boss. He stood in a staunch manner behind Yish, unfazed by her stare.
‘This line of work ain’t easy you know, unless you want to compile and reform ancient data?’ she retorted.
Those slim fingers resumed the dance of keyboard mashing. Her eyes were shaped of an opal, their colour- a powerful green. The woman’s skin was blue and dotted. For hair, were needles like that of a hedgehog, and some were on her forearms, yet they’d been trimmed.
This was what her people looked like.
Before you wonder, no, it isn’t a rollercoaster named Barnard, more of an arc really. But it ain’t no rollercoaster.
It is an emission nebula (A cloud of ionisied gases and emits light at various wavelengths) estimated to be either 500 light or over a 1000 light years away from the Solar System set in within the constellation of Orion, and is either 50 or 150 lightyears in radius. It is a rather unique gas cloud as it is part of the Orion Complex, which is a cloud group of other star-forming nebulae, most notably Orion, and other minor ones such as the Flame and Running Man. The dark Horsehead nebula is a part of it as well.