Stranded In Space Novels & Stories

There just weren't a lot of ways to get away from someone on a small ship in the middle of space. Over the next half an hour the debris thinned until Icaan could lift back up, then re-engage the autopilot and finally sit back. "Should be plain sailing for the rest of the day. Then early tomorrow we'll hit the edge of patrolled Frentin space around the cluster of planets the market sits between." "The market isn't a planet?"

Ellthan replied with a lopsided smile looking at Wilson who was staring at him proudly. "But you will be killed by Louis if you succeed in impregnating Aiora." Kekeh Wilson remembers how worried Louis was when he found out if Ellthan managed to sleep with Aiora. "Aiora won't let her child be father's orphan." Ellthan's reply casually made Wilson laugh proudly at his son's bravery. *** Right on top of the towering building, a woman dressed all in black was pointing her rifle at the exit of a nearby company building. The night breeze blew through her brown hair which was tied together. Black earphones attached to his ears connected him to his co-workers across the street.

A fact she lamented as butterflies danced in her tummy. "I didn't abduct you. I saved you from this." He swept his hand outwards, and a portion of the wall suddenly lit up with a movie, make that a live video, of what she recognized as her habitat in orbit around Earth- more recently known since NASA's message to her as Penelope's Final Folly. As she watched it tumbling around, a boulder came out of the blackness of space and hit it. With a lovely explosion that sent minor shockwaves through the alien vessel, her home for the last eight months disintegrated into space junk. And if my blue hero had arrived a few minutes laterÉ She swallowed back tears of relief, thankful she'd escaped the vio

Luckily for me, it gives me little time to focus on my paranoia, and before I know it, we're airborne. I'm in the last row on the aisle, firmly seated next to a stewardess sitting in a jump seat pulled out of the wall, effectively blocking the bathroom during take off and landing. With no room to move, preparing for landing, a woman flags the stewardess down, begging her to make an announcement to allow people to exit the plane who are in danger of missing their flights. The stewardess obliges the request and rolls her eyes as she hangs up the intercom phone. I look over at her. "That was really nice of you."

Tacked there with a rusted spike is a parchment, written in a precise, formal hand: CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL, STRAY MOON: NO SHIFTING. NO UNSCHEDULED MOVEMENT. MEALS AND WATER PROVIDED AT SCHEDULED TIMES ONLY. SILENCE AFTER DARK. MEDICAL CHECKS ON ALPHA’S ORDER. NO CONTACT WITH OTHER PACK MEMBERS WITHOUT APPROVAL. Any violation = immediate restraint or removal. ALL GUARDS ENFORCE. I stare at it, then at him. “No mention of parole.” Jace shrugs, as if he’s seen worse. “They haven’t decided what to do with you yet.”

“And we’re at five thousand meters. There’s six thousand more between us and your brother’s door.” She looks around the sphere, at the bleeding man and the held woman and the cuffed remnant and the praying forger, at all of us folded into a wounded ball of metal halfway down a grave. Damian reaches past me and tightens one of the emergency straps until the buckle bites. His hand is steady. The strap is not. It keeps vibrating under his palm. “So,” she says. “Up and die slow in the net, or down and die fast if the plate goes. I’ve flown a lot of bad missions. This is the first one where every heading ends in the same place. Pick one, because the sea’s not going to wait for us to vote.”

We aim for the biggest one, huge and hulking. The asteroid rotates, constantly twisting through space, and there, we see a Class 4 ship come into view. Carefully, we land, and a signal beeps through to us. “You really came,” a familiar female voice says. “I am very anxious to hear what you have to say. Come aboard.” Valen and I exchange looks, impressed at how easy this is. But we go to the hatch, changing into protective gear and hooking up to oxygen for the short walk. We enter the air lock, waiting impatiently as it prepares to let us out into space.

he smiled at her. Meanwhile, Amanda and Miranda are thrown to the street after Jayden orders his men to inject them with intramuscular injection lincomycin which causes paralysis. People stare pity at them as they crawl on the floor seeking for help.

“I—I’ve never done this before. What if you’re just tricking me? What if you send me somewhere else?” Romulo let out a booming laugh. “Trick you? Seriously? We don’t have time for jokes. Now, steady yourself.” “But... What if my cuff unlatches during the warp?” Romulo’s face grew serious. He inhaled deeply, then he nodded to everyone, signaling for us to prepare. “Well,” he said with a smirk, “I guess you’ll just have to be lucky, kid.” We warped. But after the eleventh jump, someone unclasped my cuffs and shoved me.

All I knew was that Strains had powers, different from regular humans. I never realized that they were divided into special categories. The line began moving. Eventually, it was my board turn the aircraft, seats lined along both sides. I sat next to Ash, while Kael sat at the far corner near the door. The moment the aircraft lifted off, dread filled my stomach. It felt like death was getting closer. I was the only one with no ability. Everyone else in here had some kind of power. How was I supposed to survive? I didn’t know how long the flight lasted, but soon we landed. We disembarked and moved in a crowd toward a massive, towering, intimidating metal gate, surrounded by high walls. “Radon”