Sand

Bob watched the sand blow across the glass of his tiny shelter. Honestly it was only slightly larger than an environmental suit, and he was feeling more than a little claustrophobic. Three days had pasted since the ship had left him here. Two hours until the were due back. The seconds ticked by slowly. He needed them back soon because if he had to wait too much longer in the suit he would go crazy. If that happened he might be temped to crack the seal, run down the beach and play in the water with the bikini clad women.

The Slow Spiraling Advance

The galaxy named Jim dipped and swirled as he charged through the intergalactic spaces. It had been too long since he had seen galaxy Stacy, and now that he’d spotted her, he was not about to let her go. It might take a while but he would catch up to each other.
Stacy knew the collision between the two of them would be spectacular, destroying entire star clusters but she couldn’t wait for Jim. She rearranged her dark matter. She couldn’t reverse her direction but she could slow her forward progress.
Now they are together slowly spiraling foreword toward oblivion.

The Line

The Line Audio

It is a thin line that I walk. Once step to the left or right could spell total disaster. I have to be very careful, if my toes so much as move off the line it could cause trouble. So I carefully place one foot in front of the other, watching the line in front of me. It is a careful dance that I must dance. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to keep my mind focused on the task ahead.
“Keep it moving professor. If you walk too slowly I’ll have to give you other tests”

The Judge

The Judge Audio

“Judge Erwin Thomas the twelfth has been in the Judge business since he was old enough to walk. Back then, of course, it was small things he would judge, which fruit was riper at the store, how much time in the time out chair his brothers and sisters should get. His whole family had been judges. It was a proud family tradition, so you can understand that he felt threatened when the judicial system was abolished.” The police office paused to make sure the street jury was following him. “So I ask you to not judge his actions to harshly.”

Story told 100 words at a time Part 3

Bad News

The message had been, bad. Really bad. Not only had things gone wrong on the ship but they weren’t even going in the right direction any more, and it was still 65 years until they got where they were going. It was like a nightmare. Worse, if he could get everything repaired and the ship back on course, there might not be enough coolant in his cryo chamber for him, which meant he’d spend the next 65 years wandering the ship alone. When they got there, he’d be old enough to be a great grandfather if he was still alive.