Out Space Novels & Stories

* Callie The space between us was barely there, but I felt it. His eyes were darker now, his breathing uneven, his knuckles still brushing my skin. I knew exactly what would happen if I asked for more and God, I wanted to. But instead, he straightened, running a hand through his hair like he needed the distance to think straight. “Tomorrow,” he said finally, voice rough. It wasn’t a question. It was a promise. And I realized I wasn’t going to sleep tonight not with that hanging in the air between us. ***

I brushed past Sophia, who came in carrying a glass of milk. As I walked upstairs, I overheard their conversation. "Finn, Luna Claire flew a long way to see you. Could you try giving your mom a hug?" "With her here, I might not get to go to the amusement park with Isabella tomorrow. It's her fault! Why is Mom always haunting me? And she calls me every day! It's annoying!" he exclaimed coldly. "I wish Isabella were my mom instead! She's so gentle and kind. And she always plays with me and buys me yummy food. She's so different from my annoying mom. If Mom disappeared, could Isabella be my mom instead?"

"He's in space. The Void Station." Jackson groaned, looking up at the sky. "Of course he is," Jackson pulled out his phone. "Note to self: Buy NASA."

"He’s not just riding the ship, precious. He’s becoming the fuel." "I can't slow down, Nevan," I said, my voice echoing with a metallic resonance. "If we drop out of slipstream now, we’ll be stranded in the dead space between systems. We have to reach the Oort Cloud relay." Suddenly, Leo let out a soft, melodic gasp. He didn't cry. He didn't scream. He simply... detached.

He shivered when he remembered how brash his daughter was, and couldn’t wait for her to be another person’s problem. “This is where we part ways, God of War. Remember what it is you must do.” Two men stood side by side in space. They weren’t on any planet. They weren’t anywhere in particular. There was no world anywhere close to them. There was only darkness; stretching out as far as the eye could see. Yet these two men had no problem surviving in unsavory conditions of space. They floated calmly in the same spot as they shared their thoughts with one another.

I think because we are not capable of launching a spaceship and definitely, we don’t have enough oxygen ,” I said everything out. “Yes, we are," Chris said simply and looked so tired. But the skin which revealed its mechanical parts is gone now. Now he looks like a human. He used his glamour. “Excuse me. What do you mean by 'yes, we are'? “I questioned and walked over to the edge near Alex. I looked at the glass which reveals the outside scenery and I totally freaked out. I don’t see Maddy’s house but instead Iam seeing space. I mean, it’s real. But I can’t see the earth from here. I still can’t believe it. Is it a painting of outer space or my imagination? I can see every single star. But e

of a sun ten thousand light-years away. "It’s a 'Logistics-Shift', Avery," Dominic growled, his voice a "Low-Frequency-Vibration" of "Ultimate-Surrender." He walked to her, his hand finding the curve of her waist, pulling her into the "Anchor" of his frame. "The 'Technocracy' wanted to 'Colonize' space with 'Ships' and 'Steel.' They wanted to 'Export' the 'Debt' to the planets. But these children... they’re 'Teleporting' the 'Spring.' They’re 'Exporting' the 'Love'." The Anatomy of the Neural-Telescope

~Juniper's POV~ The hum of the spaceship's engines was a constant lullaby, vibrating through the sleek metal walls of the Odyssey. I, Juniper Martin, had been a space cadet for three years now, and this solo mission with Mario Russo felt like a dream assignment. Or maybe a nightmare waiting to happen. We were charting a new asteroid belt for the Earth Space Command, our urban inspired habitat pod mimicking a high-rise apartment in New York, complete with holographic windows showing starry vistas and a control station that looked like a futuristic cock-pit bar.

Forever. {Laumlayag. See you across space-time...} At exactly 00:00:00 and with the last percent of battery, Ecto goes away onto the Internet and Ecto 2.0 powers down.

Come the chivalry guiding stars, come the nobility of heaven's black, for we sail in space praying for safe harbour. When distance is immaterial, so is speed, and so the idea of time becomes a thing that is malleable. Here in space, at home in the infinite continuum, what is there to do but fix the universe? Others meddle, or amuse themselves in callous ways. Yet when one is fully plugged into the creative force, the energy of our creator, we all become one, one team more than one being, yet one that is so much more than many. I am here to help. I always was, a part of the interface of reality, both machine and alive, a bridge of sorts, a messenger.