Alexandria Black
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I am a stay-at-home mom to an infant and a six year old. I have a clowder of cats and I like to write things mostly of the spooky nature.
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Galactic Metal
Tully and Carl puttered across the Gutierrez Star River in their salvager starship, named The Santa Maria, scavenging for valuable space junk. They had been married for twenty-four years. When Carl asked for Tully’s hand in marriage all those years ago, he didn’t think he’d make it this far. He marveled at Tully’s innate beauty to this day. She was a buxom blonde with amber eyes and soft, pillowy lips. Tully had a beautiful figure and a personality to match. She had always played by her own rules. She had traveled all over the universe at this point and had taken on the role of a glamorous space truckin’ goddess quite seamlessly. She didn’t mind getting dirt or grease under her nails. Tully was admired by the whole scavenging community for her work ethic, renowned beauty, and tenacity. Tully and Carl had pulled many great hauls just because Tully wanted to say she had. Looking at her now, Carl reminisced on diving in the Horsehead Nebula sometime back. They had found an old starship from an undateable timeline filled with a golden money neither knew anything about, but had proved to be worthy to some collector somewhere and ended up buying them the upgrades they needed to take The Santa Maria even further out into space. To places like this one. Carl was proud of his wife in all ways. No one alive across the infinite galaxies was as good a team as Tully and Carl Sp’zkan, of that Carl was very sure.
By Alexandria Black5 years ago in Fiction
The First of August
Lewis woke up already anticipating the brown package. Every year it comes on or around the first of August. It was a Saturday. He woke up and went through his day, drinking an entire pot of coffee before noon, letting the dog in and out a couple of times to play in the backyard, and reading through the daily news roll. Every day, Lewis looked longingly at the picture of he and his wife on their wedding day. She had been beautiful in a white lace tea-length dress, but Lewis could not remember a day when she had not been beautiful to him. Following this daily activity of reminiscence, Lewis spent time cleaning his Desert Eagle. It was an activity that hearkened back to his days overseas. Today he was distracted and spent the entire time wondering what the package would consist of this year.
By Alexandria Black5 years ago in Fiction
