Trying My Hand at Sci-Fi

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To put it plainly, I've never thought Sci-Fi was my genre. I haven't read much of it and what I did read of it I found kind of weird. Recently though, that changed. I've lately been inspired by some of the best Sci-fi works of all-time (I will probably have a post about them soon) and so I decided to try my own hand at writing a little bit of Sci-Fi.

I was inspired to write this snippet after listening to the instrumental song Interstellar Space by Adam Young (aka Owl City). If you want to enhance your reading experience, you can listen to it here.

I wake.

My eyes open to see a sky splattered with stars.

It is dark. Very dark. Everything is dark except for those stars. The sky is rounded above me like the half of a sphere, the sparkles of light ranging from shades of brilliant pink to cold blue. They are like dust in the air, hanging in place. I try to reach up, thinking I can touch them. My arms and fingers are stiff. They do not move.

I breathe in and my chest stings. My breath catches in my throat, puffing back out my cracked lips and leaving a cloud of cold smoke in the air. It is cold. So cold that I cannot feel anything besides the pain in my chest. Everything around me is clear, yet foggy. Like a vivid nightmare.

What is a nightmare?

I do not know.

Where am I?

That I do not know either.

WHO am I?

I am not certain.

The ground beneath me is rocky and bare. The sky above me is brilliant and bright. The air around me is thick and black.

I breathe in again. This time, it does not hurt so badly.

And then I speak.

“I live.”