Chapter 2
Part 1
"Francis Edwards, was our dear friend and comrade during this mission and he will be wonderfully missed by everyone here. May he find his true calling in the next life" Were the last words said by the Pale man before the ashes of Francis were left to drift in the vast void of space. Then there was silence upon the entire crew, someone then simply said:
"Amen" And everyone filed out of the meeting quarters to their personal area or to the lounge. A somber feeling of doubt and sadness was laid thick across the crew, like smog across a metropolitan sky.
"I can't believe Francis killed himself only 3 years after we left earth. It's like his death took a nail file to everyone's rawest nerve. Everyone is either on edge, or depressed." Mused a petite blonde girl, as she slowly walked into the lounge with a male crew member.
They sat at the closest sofa and both tried to relax. The couch was comfortable, that wasn't the problem. The problem was the death of one of their best friends and it was putting pressure on the already daunting mission.
"We've been through a lot in the past 3 years, and it has taken a toll on all of us." Replied the girl's male counter part. "Francis couldn't handle the situations and the homesick feeling, that is all" he added.
"Not to mention the claustrophobia, boredom and loneliness." added the girl. She kind of slouched her shoulders as she spoke, making it all too apparent she had felt the exact same way Francis did. "I thought about suicide too, a few times actually, but I was always more afraid of death than the mission ahead of us. That's what kept me alive".
The boy simply smiled wearily and said "I hate hearing you talk like that you know."
"I know, I hate it too" She replied "But it is so strange and confusing out here, it gets depressing. So cold, so emtpy, no soul at all, nothing but..." her rambling was caught mid sentence with a hasty kiss. A electric moment of melancholy wonderment was what the two needed. A purely human moment, when everything around them was cold and robotic.
A strange silence grew as the kisser's lips slowly parted and was only stunted by:
"I'm sorry" from the boy, who saw some inappropriateness in what he had just done. The apology did not receive a reply, just a reaction. The young girl grabbed her new found lover by the collar and resumed the kiss. This was received with shock from the boy, but wasn't met with any resistance.
The sloppy kissing of the sheltered young crew members, had reached a point of pure excitement, a new realm of feeling for the two. The young lady, aroused by this new discovery of human interaction, quickly fled the lounge. Exiting to her room, with the boy in tow, she shut the door behind her. Where they would stay for the remainder of the evening.
"Francis Edwards, was our dear friend and comrade during this mission and he will be wonderfully missed by everyone here. May he find his true calling in the next life" Were the last words said by the Pale man before the ashes of Francis were left to drift in the vast void of space. Then there was silence upon the entire crew, someone then simply said:
"Amen" And everyone filed out of the meeting quarters to their personal area or to the lounge. A somber feeling of doubt and sadness was laid thick across the crew, like smog across a metropolitan sky.
"I can't believe Francis killed himself only 3 years after we left earth. It's like his death took a nail file to everyone's rawest nerve. Everyone is either on edge, or depressed." Mused a petite blonde girl, as she slowly walked into the lounge with a male crew member.
They sat at the closest sofa and both tried to relax. The couch was comfortable, that wasn't the problem. The problem was the death of one of their best friends and it was putting pressure on the already daunting mission.
"We've been through a lot in the past 3 years, and it has taken a toll on all of us." Replied the girl's male counter part. "Francis couldn't handle the situations and the homesick feeling, that is all" he added.
"Not to mention the claustrophobia, boredom and loneliness." added the girl. She kind of slouched her shoulders as she spoke, making it all too apparent she had felt the exact same way Francis did. "I thought about suicide too, a few times actually, but I was always more afraid of death than the mission ahead of us. That's what kept me alive".
The boy simply smiled wearily and said "I hate hearing you talk like that you know."
"I know, I hate it too" She replied "But it is so strange and confusing out here, it gets depressing. So cold, so emtpy, no soul at all, nothing but..." her rambling was caught mid sentence with a hasty kiss. A electric moment of melancholy wonderment was what the two needed. A purely human moment, when everything around them was cold and robotic.
A strange silence grew as the kisser's lips slowly parted and was only stunted by:
"I'm sorry" from the boy, who saw some inappropriateness in what he had just done. The apology did not receive a reply, just a reaction. The young girl grabbed her new found lover by the collar and resumed the kiss. This was received with shock from the boy, but wasn't met with any resistance.
The sloppy kissing of the sheltered young crew members, had reached a point of pure excitement, a new realm of feeling for the two. The young lady, aroused by this new discovery of human interaction, quickly fled the lounge. Exiting to her room, with the boy in tow, she shut the door behind her. Where they would stay for the remainder of the evening.
posted by Jaron at 5:37 AM
3 Comments:
Pork and shellfish applaud you in your artistic endeavors. It does not matter whether we like your story or not; what matters in that you are doing it. You are being exactly who you are, and that excites us.
That you Mr. Pork and Mrs. Shellfish, I love you both.
THEY DID IT!?!
thats bananas.
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