Stranded In Space Novels & Stories

They are the ones who call themselves the Seeds of the Stardust. Only a few know that their home is from the stars, though, in modern times, people have suggested the idea that they are all from the dust of an exploding star. There is much more to the idea than those very few understood. A long time before humans even existed on Earth, there were other humanoid creatures throughout the universe. One race, though, knew their home planet was dying. They wanted to continue their journey. A handful of special beings were chosen. Their essence was taken and broken down to the smallest molecule. Hundreds of thousands of these molecules were then placed in a special transport on a small rock. Then

The estate stretched behind them like a sleeping beast, silver clouds drifting over its spires. For a moment, none of them spoke. The moon hung low, heavy, almost close enough to touch. Evelyn turned to Lucien. “What happens now?” He looked up at the sky. “Now?” “Now that the truth is out.” His eyes caught the moonlight, silver and burning. “Now we find out if we’re the first to survive it.” Behind them, deep in the house, a voice whispered through the broken comms system—static laced with words that weren’t supposed to exist anymore:

The module shuddered, slowly correcting its position until they were upright. Elara unclipped her harness, her body aching with residual weight. She floated to the small, circular viewport and wiped the condensation away. Outside, there was nothing but vast, grey water and angry, low-hanging clouds. No land, no ships, no debris from the ISS—only the churning ocean. Jun turned the internal radio to the emergency distress frequency. Only static. Thorne would be certain they were vaporized, just like the rest of the station. "Where are we?" Elara asked, her voice barely a whisper.

The Ascent:** They battle extreme heat, flash-boiling water, and a steeply tilted environment to reach Docking Bay 4. The Confrontation:** Upon reaching the bay, they find Julian Sterling safely behind reinforced glass, preparing to manually launch the pod and leave them behind. The Cliffhanger:** Elara desperately attempts to hack the pod's release clamp from the outside just as the final hydraulic brakes fail, sending the station into freefall toward the magma vent.

"No... it can't... end like this..." Before the words had faded she toppled straight backward, crashing down onto the steps, her limbs twitching twice before she went entirely still.

He was smirking inside of him. "Oh yeah - how do we get out of here? What do we do now?" Sanders said, responding to Phil. "We don't know how to get out of here and how to get back to our planet. For starters, we were ferried into this old ship from their mother fortress. Our spacefighters are being kept in the mother fortress. How do we get back to them to fly back to Earth!" "First things first, men. We need to retrieve, Miss Kinski. She remains to be the mission...and maybe retrieve the professor, as well. We have to have a plan," Phil said to everyone.

“The soil there is still viable. It was meant for our new world.” With a strength that seemed to come from the seed itself, she led them. Sela, Leo, and Arin helped the weak and disoriented, offering sips of water, a steadying arm. The walk through the ship’s corridors was a slow, solemn procession. They passed viewports showing the endless, star-dusted blackness of space. Some of the sleepers flinched from it, the reality of their isolation truly hitting them for the first time.

Weaker. Ethan pulled his sidearm, aimed— Bang. The bullet hit. And this time? It bled. Rachel grinned. “Oh. Hell yes.” The entity twisted in agony. Its shape started out to unravel, like a virtual software stuck in a crash. Vanessa’s voice became urgent. “Anita, anything you did—you want to depart . Now.” The ISS came apart. The airlocks hissed, strain structures failing. I drove in the direction of the emergency break out pods. “We’re leaving.”

back toward the Earth. As Chapter 127 closes, the "Space-Elevator" is "Collapsing" in slow-motion across the Pacific Ocean. The "High-Gate" is "Sealed," but the "Interstellar-Bridge" is destroyed. Humanity is "Safe," but they are "Ground-Bound" once again. "Did we 'Lose' the Stars, Avery?" Maya asked, watching the "White-Light" fade from the sky as the atmosphere stabilized. "No, Maya," Avery replied, her skin scarred by the "Vacuum-Burn." "We 'Saved' the 'Home.' And in this universe, you can't have the 'Stars' until you've 'Earned' the 'Earth.'"

He channeled the 148 chapters of their history—the kisses in the rain, the blood in the vaults, the silver dress, and the London mud—and he Inverted the Signal. The True Surface The hospital room shattered. The "New York" sky went black. Suddenly, Leo and Meilin weren't in a bed or a boardroom. They were suspended in a viscous, warm fluid inside a transparent pod. Outside the pod, there was no city. There were millions of other pods, stretching for miles in a massive, rotating ring. And beyond the ring... the stars. The real, cold, silent stars of deep space. Leo’s pod door hissed open. He fell onto a cold, metallic floor. He looked up and saw Meilin’s pod opening beside him. They were both