Fiction
Bridge To The Moon: The Return
(In which it’s time for our well-travelled Earthling to head for home.) Great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad: I had mixed feelings about it being time to head back home to Earth. I was both happy and sad to be leaving the Moon. I didn’t know if I would ever return, and, as things have turned out, two hundred odd years later, I haven’t as yet - I probably never will now. At the same time, I was glad to be heading home.
By Nicholas Edward Earthling2 years ago in Chapters
Bridge To The Moon: The Lunar Tour
(In which our intrepid traveller and friends are acquainted with many of the wonders of the moon.) Great-great-great-great-great-great-granddad: After breakfast the next day we started our six week tour of the Moon. It sounds like a long tour, but when you consider that it’s a tour of an entire heavenly body, it’s not that long really. There was still plenty that we didn’t see!
By Nicholas Edward Earthling2 years ago in Chapters
Bridge To The Moon: Proloque
(In which a very, very, very, very, very, very old, but sometime wily ancestor, introduces the subject, and tells his much, much, much, much, much, much younger and trusting descendant, of the complications - as he (mis?)understands them - associated with building a bridge to the Moon.)
By Nicholas Edward Earthling2 years ago in Chapters
St Fandom Academy Part 9
Severus Snape was a controversial science teacher. On one hand, people did learn a lot through Snape, but he was anything but approachable. Snape made it clear through his sneerful voice and creepy facade that he disliked the students just as much as they disliked him.
By Chloe Gilholy2 years ago in Chapters
Frances and the Messages
The creep had taken off with Debbie. By the time I had caught up with the man, he was boarding the subway train with Debbie in his arms, and the doors were closing on the train car. Pain ripped through my chest, and I think if I could have screamed, I would have busted all the windows.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Chapters
Bette Jayne: An American Great
It was cold and raining for the first time in many months. A blanket of thick heat hung in the air collecting atop pooling puddles all along the muddy drive in Silver-Bell Kansas, near Lake Serenity—though nothing about this beautiful place felt serene. Betsy Scott hadn’t even thought about lakes, or rain or clouds, not even a single blade of grass. In fact, she hadn’t looked up at the sky in ages; she’d been stuck in her head—worrying about what the weather was like where her husband William was and if he was cold or tired or hungry. It wasn’t easy being a military-farmer’s wife.
By K.H. Obergfoll2 years ago in Chapters
