Chelsea Hoffman
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Chelsea Hoffman is a prolific True Crime writer with numerous published works. She is also the author of some fiction works, including the Kindle Vella serial story "In Your Dreams."
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The Phoenix Colony
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The thing is, you can -- just not in the most literal sense. When it's the collective screams of eight billion people, you can hear it in your soul. Chloe knew this from first-hand experience, along with everyone else aboard The Phoenix colony ship. It was once among the last three transport vessels that departed the dying planet, and everyone aboard those transports witnessed its final moments of existence. Chloe considered it an unlucky thing, to have witnessed Earth's demise so intimately. The other ninety-seven transport ships had embarked on their journey several months before The Phoenix, The Brasília and The Ottawa. The inhabitants of the earlier departures were very likely far enough away to have seen only a brief flash of light, but the others had front row seats to the extinction event. The magnificently horrifying scenario also cut short the journeys of both The Brasília and The Ottawa, leaving just one lone ship to navigate amid the path of unpredictable debris that spread out from the shockwaves birthed by catastrophic blasts.
By Chelsea Hoffman3 years ago in Futurism
The Pluto. Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge.
Welcome to The Pluto! The aroma of cigar smoke hung heavy in the air, and mingled with the fragrances of a floral bouquet, fine brandy with a hint of lemon wood polish, and the slight odor of something burnt and chemical. The fusion of scents was an overload to Mark's senses as it abruptly awakened him from the deepest sleep of his life. He breathed in the confusing blend of smells, as he slowly came-to, unable to flutter open his drowsy, heavy eyelids. He stared at the backside of the thin, membranous skin; Seeing nothing but the glowing red hue of light that permeated through the gossamer-like veils. He focused on the spidery, crimson-colored vessels that contrasted against the glowing aura of his eyelids, knowing that the bright light would be blinding as soon as he opened them.
By Chelsea Hoffman3 years ago in Fiction
