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Arthur’s comments from the Short Story Contests group.

I'll check it out. Good for you randi, hope you much future success.
I was able to find the site, is this the site? > http://www.ponderworthy.org/index.html

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Once he had completed the Dream Machine Alvin presented his prototype machine to Chip. Alvin wanted to sell copies of the machine. That way they could leave the DVD copy business to inferior pirates. Alvin climbed into the car with Chip and asked him what he thought about it. Chip was unsure if it would work that if a machine replaced people doing the work how would they make money. That was the brilliance of this discussion according to Alvin. He didn’t want to continue selling DVD’s to a general public. He wanted to sell a few of his machine and quit the business before it got to risky totally. Chip wanted his reputation as the bad dude with the VD in college. Alvin pressured Chip to think straight. Then Alvin said something stupid. He said, “You wanted to go to college to be free. You wanted to write I know you did, and now this is over and we must quit! You must write with all your heart to change what you are becoming and make something of yourself!”

“How did you know I wanted to write?” Chip slammed on the breaks of the car. He knew Alvin hadn’t learned to drive a car because he was too antisocial to have even done that. Chip knew to get a serious answer out of Alvin all he had to do was apply pressure in the right place and that was far from home. Alvin would eventually crumble rather than step out of his brother’s automobile. Alvin would rather give in than find a bus ride home. Alvin would compute to his brother’s bent ideas to remain calm and his antisocial self behavior. “I snooped by mistake. ONCE! Oh god, it was stupid of me I know. But I also knew how important it was to you to go to college even if Dad or Mom never did! I knew how you felt about . . .” But Chip cut him off with a slap across the jaw and Alvin’s lip bled a little and he could taste it. It wasn’t his brother’s blood but his own. “How can you compare me to Mom and Dad? The Dad you never had?!” Chip shouted. He wasn’t about to restart the car and pulled out the keys to it. “You idiot. You don’t even remember them together. You only know Mom!” He yelled as loud as he could without caring.

Alvin scratched his head on the right temple as he always did when he couldn’t figure out a simple solution to a simple thought. He felt sorry for Chip because he did know their father before he died although Alvin never saw him not once. “I know!” Alvin shouts. “I know I think about him, but I loved him!” he said. “Oh, so he was the one to teach you to snoop you stupid bastard?” Chip screamed. “I don’t doubt he was or at least your image of him. You’re an ungrateful stupid little bastard Alvin!” he yelled. Alvin grabbed the keys from Chip and flung them out the window. “You retarded antisocial stupid! . . .” he kept cursing as he flung open his car door and stepped out. Just then a transport truck carrying a load of timber logs squealed its brakes but still slamming Chip into the next decade. Alvin lost his breath and sat in silence then ran out of the car to see what had happened to Chip. The truck rolled into a ditch part way and the driver was climbing out to safety, but Chip lay sprawled all over the road. Alvin screamed as he realized what happened. He ran to his blood covered body and wilted as the timber broke free from the truck and rolled over him crushing Alvin to death.

“Not my Alvin? No! Not my Chip? No! No!” Cried the mother of two boys when she received the report and condolences from police. She wept for weeks.

“You have to get out some time Flora.” Said the neighbor. “It just isn’t healthy to weep and cry every night and you being alone. It isn’t good.”

“Thank you Millie, but I just can’t give up. I still feel as if they’d come home and I’d forget they are dead. You know?” Flora said. She was holding back a flow of tears that would fly in every direction if Millie wasn’t careful. If Millie wasn’t careful Flora would never come out of her house again and be just another typical sociopath in the community.

“You need to get out Flora. We all does in time. You need to get over it. Tonight I am having a bridge game like I usually do and I’d be honored if you come. Please?” Millie asked. “Yes, alright.” Flora said.

That night conversation went on about several topics. Flora hardly considered it helpful hearing all the other ladies weep about deaths in those families. Bertie’s great-uncle passed away when she was nine and she’d missed him for fifty years now. The ladies were trying to cheer Flora up. Then one of those ladies had an idea how they could all be best friends, she suggested roguishly how to join a movie rental group, that way they share the movie they rented. One in the bridge group would join the rental club, and then between the six of them they would alternate what movie and take turns watching it. It sounded like a good idea because who knows. One night while Flora was watching Titanic with Leonardo DiCaprio: she inserted the DVD into Alvin’s DVD player and watched the first hour before her popcorn bowl was empty and her eyes felt heavy and she fell asleep. When she woke she grabbed the DVD from the fancy machine that shuffled a DVD because it came out of slot B and stuck it in the static free envelop and wrote a note to herself to remember to give it to Bertie later. In fact she didn’t care for the movie and decided she would tell Bertie it was a boring movie for teenagers.

Needless to say Bertie had returned talking about how it made her niece’s all laugh, but that it was her turn to return the DVD, but that her car broke down and was towed to a garage and if Flora could return the DVD to Next Stop 99¢ Movies. So Flora did. Then she rented the next movie.

A few weeks later after the police had a search warrant and had confiscated all the original DVD’s still in the Dream Machine in Flora’s house and a dozen copies returned to the Next Stop 99¢ Movies she went psycho when she learned she had to make a televised court appearance for her one and only chance to prove her innocence.

Title: Dream Machines
by: Arthur
Words: 2472
Short Story Contest: Yes

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Dream Machines


Alvin and Chip; what a couple. They had been brothers. Chip was the older of the two boys. They had to share friends in the neighborhood. They had to share the bus to school. They had to share clothes, toys, Christmas vacations and everything else. There was nearly two years in age difference. Alvin had taken over the computer. And he signaled himself out as a computer nerd. The first significant trade difference between the two boys. Chip had liked to read books. He liked having friends and going out with them to show off sometimes. He sometimes wrote poetry and short stories in his notebook.

Alvin didn’t like the parties. The hair styles. The drag of it all but he liked the computer and all things with it. He loved the internet. He loved joy riding it. He had developed a thumb print for his backup disks and electronic notebook. He suddenly realized though one day that he was behaving differently than his brother Chip. Chip still had the nice clothes, he was a senior in high school and had a steady girlfriend, and the type mom didn’t approve of. Alvin had no friends, he didn’t care about driving in a car or any of the things his brother and he once did together. Alvin realized they had suddenly grown different and apart.

When Chip came home Alvin in his loneliness for his brother’s company would hide his feelings. Instead of saying hey let’s go somewhere sometime together Alvin would just pretend he was busy on the computer. Alvin would sit up suddenly and play smart for Chip. But Chip never seemed to mind, as if he had grown accustomed to Alvin being lazy and staying on the computer. Chip would go off to his end of the room and pull out his notebook and write his stories without as much as a word to Alvin most nights. Chip really feared he had lost his brother to bad influences and that dumb computer and at the same time hoped there was still time to save him someday when he thought of a way.

That was about when Alvin grew bored one afternoon after he returned home from school. He knew Chip would be playing soccer so he gave up his logging in on the computer to go on to Chips side of their room. He took out the top notebook and looked inside. Inside he found a romantic play written by Chip. With a gushing sensation Alvin put it back and forgot about his peeking into Chips notebook for about a week. Then one afternoon after Chip came home to change into swimming trunks, Alvin took out the same notebook to see what else Chip had written. It was good.

Chip took a sudden interest with Alvin as everyday he came home Alvin was no longer tinkering on the computer but had been attempting to assemble one instead from a scratch box. After a few weeks Alvin built his own computer. After that jobs of repairing one became rather easy for the interested young boy. Chip notice too how Alvin was being cheerful and less his antisocial self lately. He had begun to think Alvin would soon break out of a cocoon of some kind and join the rest of the world. That was when Alvin began a job at the near by fix-it shop owned by Mr. Hornsby another computer wizard. And Alvin was out every afternoon after school until evening. Chip’s hopes faded away. But his writing didn’t deter. And Alvin dipped in it ever now and again to keep up with his brother even if they were both busy ships passing in the night so much lately. As summer ended they would have to go to school again. Chip would graduate and leave home for college and Alvin would have to quit his job until the next summer.

Alvin grew surprised by the disk player machines. First they had a big machine called a Laser disk player which operated on a disk the size of a nylon record. Then came the CD and computers had them installed. The internet grew into a heavenly tool for users. One day after work Alvin stared at the Laser Disc machine and figured out a way to copy the movies onto a CD of his own.

An encryption code are in the Laser Disks and he wrote a basic code program in some ASCII and then began building his own recording machine. That was when Chip saw what Alvin had built. Chip was surprised and had instantly begun to think that someday Alvin surely would be rich. Rich wasn’t in Chips fate. He finished high school with a scholarship in football. But he never felt good in college not having a father. Their father ran out on them when Chip was young and Alvin was only a little baby. Their mother raised them on her own. Chip hated his father for that except Chip doesn’t see his father because he died when Chip turned fourteen. He died from lung cancer from mining coal in the mines. Chip still felt regrets and he knew deep down inside he would never forgive his father for what he did and hate him still but he also thought it interfered with his ability to concentrate on the field. Chip wasn’t a loser like his father was but he wouldn’t be drafted either and he had used up his scholar money for college. He needed cash. That was when the Laser Disk was a flop on the market and they introduced the Compact CD and Video cassette machine. Alvin built a computer that compiled movies to a VCD which was a compact CD only it contained computer ASCII’s of a video in data.

Chip had a fantastic evil idea. He urged Alvin in building him a machine so he could copy on to VCD’s and sell them at a profit on his own black market prices. Alvin agreed to do it because he could build it with used computer parts. That was a smart idea he thought. Chip sold VCD’s to his college roommates. But college was busier than high school was any day. Chip decided he needed a higher flow of stock to sell to his friends and hired Alvin to help him copy movies together. Together they net some money illegally off of pirated movie VCD’s. VCD’s play in most computers so the money triangle scheme was working out for them. Alvin hoped it would bring them close. He wanted to ask what Chip had written but he grew afraid Chip would jump to conclusions that Alvin had snooped all this time. Alvin wasn’t a peeping tom snooper he just missed his dang older brother.

Alvin had worked again the next summer and made a new machine to copy the latest format of DVD’s. This type of disk played in any stand alone home player box which increased the pirating stock flow to students saving money by purchasing it right from Chip. Chip could organize parties at school and introduce a movie that a crowd would cheer for and then sell copies he made after the party to his friends. That was when Alvin invented the ultimate machine. He called it his Dream Machine. It copied a DVD inside his machine by inserting a rented DVD into side A and out of side B came out a duplicate. The copies format was perfect. The labels on each disk was perfect too. There was only one difference, Alvin left a little thumb print in an encryption in the ASCII on his copy so that once he inserted a disk in side A and alarm would go off if it read his thumb print. This prevented him receiving one of his own inferior copies and attempting to duplicate it by mistake. A case on disk genetics he called the cloning perfection of his Dream Machine.

~con't

Name: Chapter 5 of The Quinnizodiac
by: Arthur
Word Count: 657
notes: This is chapter 5. Deacon and Dember discover what the object is . . .
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Chapter 5

Against odds and safety for the flight-path ship went to attempt to level the ship while it was rushing through space. Velocity and the need to be clear of the Pull Clear zones with a chance to learn of a body yet undiscovered in the system they continued to travel.
“Indicators suggest we are in a forceful point of the energy field.” Dember said. Dember wondered what was next . . .
“Is it certain to be energy? Maybe you are right about this thing? Could it be radiation energy, or imprints of decay from a dwarf? A dark star out in the Heliosphere that scientist never found its value?” Deacon was trying to explain his feelings, then he said, “It appears its not disrupting the complex matrix of the system.”
“Deacon, sensors are detecting other values. . . .” Dember continued reading findings to Deacon, “We are entry the energy strongest point in field. There is intelligence here.”
“Sensors say this?” asked Deacon.
“Well the complex pattern of energy says it is.” Dember said.
“Is this energy a part of some cloaking devise?” asked Deacon.
“Maybe. I don’t know for sure.”

Deacon pressed on switches to make note of the events for preparation of sending data through the mainframe computers giving orders for it to check formulas. He switched to a communicative browser in a computer and manually tapped in more messages to send to Earth. ~Attempt to correct flight-path after extreme turbulences through an unknown zone of forces and have led us into an unknown object possibly planetary in mass at least; may have intelligence. Report~
He was then going to check on a few ideologies later before sending the encryption to Earth in hope they were mistaken. Dember waited for her computed estimations of the physical properties of the energy field they were traveling through. They had their shields up again as it was coming from the unknown planetary object in their direct path.

Passing a great distance making a visual of the great object after a brief time and how little they understood the mission Deacon and Dember recognized it as a massive planet but it was a ship. It was round and massive as the Earth was and clearly as if it was made by men. They flew toward it.
“We better break to a stop Deacon and attempt some type of contact with it.” Dember said. The sight of this great flying ship made her wonder at its extraordinariness.
“We may not have any way of contacting that ship. They could even be alien to us.” Deacon said. Then on second thought he concluded by saying. “Why have they not hailed us by radio?”
“Still we must, to think we have traveled this great distance to find someone else. We have long believed we were the only beings in the entire universe and here lays another race who knew about us first.” Dember said.
Hey yeah Dember, really well put. But aren’t you the one suggesting they have been this close all along and that this means they have been waiting for us? What if it’s a good idea to stop us before we attempt to go on? Our history will now say ~There they were waiting for us on the edge of our system and then we found them~” Deacon said tired and unenthusiastic.
“So should we go up to them and make friends with them for the sake of mankind.” Dember said.
“Yeah, you’re right Dember. Why not?” Deacon programmed the computer to approach the tall ship.
“Just fly up to it.” Dember said.
“Why not Deme Dember? A once in a life time chance to meet another being like us ~There is nothing to fear except fear itself~ Look at it!” he exclaimed. “We surely don’t have anything like this.”
“I doubt we will ever. Are we capable?” Dember wondered aloud.
“There is nothing impossible for us and Earth.”

Name: Chapter 4 of The Quinnizodiac
by: Arthur
Word Count: 475
notes: This is chapter 4. They find they are trapped in a huge energy field. . . .

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Chapter 4

What were the causing forces similar to Clear Pull Theory effect? Was the turbulence between massive galaxies maybe similar between the smaller systems to have them too? Why was turbulence acting against their flight-path in the zone between the Heliosphere and the void? The questions needed answers. The computers adjusting themselves in the Heliosphere was cut short as they waited upon a response from Earth. It seems they were cut off and in a bad encryption zone.
They had also flown into a high field of energy.

Dember sat back in thought for a moment, maybe thinking of her words she once exclaimed to Deacon, the words of Well I guess we discovered a planet.
They had also flown into a field of high energy.
A black hole? That’s not a bad idea. She had been thinking about the stress of their ship. About a series of energy they detected. A field of energy was here jetting out toward the undiscovered planet they had intended to investigate of its unknown origins. But what if there was a black hole? “What are we detecting now?”

Could it have instead been a black hole? “Odd really Deacon to be seeing waves in an ocean. Could we have averted a black hole?” Dember asked.

Dember was thinking about the high energy the computers were detecting. The computers could monitor the field of energy they entered in which were large. “Computer calculations describe a string of energy from the turbulent waves in the void entering the Heliosphere. But what if that was a black hole? What are the computers detecting now?”

“Just for now it thinks it’s a planet.” Deacon said. “We could stop and collect some data from the energy field we are in.”

“A possible jet path by all the collected energy we are seeing. But rather than being the canoe going fast through water rapids heading for the falls let’s slow our speed.” Dember said.
“Taking our last plunge in space, are we? We are out here to explore and have gone this far. We need to find a good encryption zone to receive transmissions from Earth.” Deacon said.
Thinking about it for a brief few moments.
“We can get closer to this object and send our observations back to the Earth first. Don’t you understand, it’s an important discovery Dember.” Deacon said roughly in a commanding male voice as he should.

“It’s a great discovery either way. I hope it’s an unknown planet we discover rather than the jet's path from the burst of star formation in its destructive wake or of a dwarf’s star with a black hole.” Dember took into possibilities of finding these in their way.

“Whatever it is, we will attempt an orbit around its mass.” Deacon reassured her he was taking precautions.

“I hope it isn’t too late by then.”

A beginning

Name: Chapter 3 of The Quinnizodiac
by: Arthur
Word Count: 929
notes: This is chapter 3. They think they find a way out of the trouble. . . .

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Chapter 3

The doom was evoking memories for Deacon and Dember for feelings of the inevitable ending. The darkness outside and the waves beating against the flight-path was telling Deacon and Dember things they didn’t want to know. If there was no force acting between the systems and an orbit between two solar systems were calm then something else was out there acting on space creating a wave. Maybe ether and light became matter?
If space forces were acting against the flight-path according in the Pull Clear Theory but then it would explain what it looked like outside, then distance and space was a plane for forces and not just a vacuum made up by a void of bodies that has attracted to each other at one time. What they were facing was unknown and what would be tearing at their ship was created by some type of energy. This could have been the edge of the universe: or a kind of chaos.
The only hope for Deacon and Dember was to use energy to deflect and protect the flight-path. It would be the means for allowing them to eventually pass in theory through a greater mass and against waves passing through a plane in disturbance in space. Nothing was clear in space but until they reached into some kind of proportionate space they would have to be cautious. On the other side of the void and into the next system if they would shove themselves through the waves. On the cusp of the next system they were sure they would find a way to stir the ship in calmer zones and they could extend their power for their communication tower to send encryption messages of their status to Earth.

The flight-path was indicating several reports of minor need of repair for different experimenting machines outside the ship from a wave disturbance. 268 hours later they passed through a field of turbulence worse than after they had left the Heliosphere to enter the void.
They were the first humans in theory to go past one plane of an unknown dimension of space and enter onto another plane of space. To be between voids of heavy bodies in space.
They began cheering. Then when the ship stopped they started using a high powered light telemeter transmitting to Earth. The success of their pass through the void and into the next system. Passing through a chaos or a vacuum and space emptiness. Great forces of when bodies had attracted to one another and pulled them together creating the solar systems. It had always been suspected that Clear Pull was something that existed between Galaxy and another Galaxy. But the movement of lesser bodies thought constituted a lesser amount of destructive forces. Maybe they were lucky.
“Do you think we will be able to hear from them?” Deacon asked.
“I will only dream day and night until we do. There does not appear any real damage.” Dember replied.
“Mild waves. I don’t want to imagine what a plane in total space will be like.” Deacon said.
“Ha ha neither do I. we may find out if we keep growing out into space one day.” Dember said.
“One day we will be on the other planets of other galaxies and be traveling to them, ha ha who knows?” Deacon replied.
The computers had begun to read back for the move to a normal direction for flight of the system they approached. They were in the Heliosphere of it. They were unsure of the way they had been in approaching it.
The task seemed simple. Deacon was attempting to get proper data when he turned to Dember.
“Um. Now this is really strange Dember.” Deacon said.
“What is?” she asked.
“This unknown. . . .” he pointed to the monitor. “there have been sensor readings of a large object up ahead.”
“Impossible. Our stellar chart indicated all bodies. The system has one star and about fourteen planets. No comets or debris. How big is the object?”
“Lets see.” Deacon said sort of puzzled. He ran into problems when assessing the size of the unknown object that appears outside the system. Reaching to a conclusion that it was something larger than the Earth. It was an additional extra something and closer to Earth’s solar system than any object viewed before. Why had they missed it?
“And are we reading this right? There is an additional planet undetected in the system?!” Dember asked.
“Could it be what was causing that gravity storm difference? Could it be, um– a kind of large mass of debris crushed in one spot? Or could it be a new planet that was in the void but just survived the void and entered the Heliosphere?” Dember wondered aloud.
“Appears to have gravity.” Deacon responded.
“It’s unbelievable. We could have flown through the wave to get clear of it pulling into the system. Where is it?” Dember asked.
“Let’s see. Yes. We are slightly on the furthest angle attempting an entry into its Heliosphere.” Deacon said. They had avoided going straight, and started to go around the system when they were hit by the waves now on an altered course toward it and an unknown planet at the same time.
“The turbulence and that Clear Pull set our course to a different destination. Our angle takes us toward the distant side the Earth is facing. An angle the mathematicians may have been in error of when looking for planets. Planets may have appeared invisible from the Earth.”
“True. Well I guess we discovered a planet.”

Name: Chapter 2 of The Quinnizodiac
by: Arthur
Word Count: 812
notes: the crew meet danger in space . . .

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Chapter 2

Probing space was what the flight-path is for. Finding a lost satellite that was not expected to survive after it loses contact with Earth was possible even today now with these new rendezvoused ships. But the lack of present awareness of the mysterious forces that attract to bodies between outerspace and bodies in space is still pure speculative.
Deacon looking at the computer with reliance was speaking to Dember in reference to the computer.
“Um Dember? You remember the simulator course?” Deacon asked.
“Of course Deacon.” Dember said.
“When you then saw a 10-40-60 reading what was your reaction?” he asked. He turned to look at her; she appeared surprised by a question she wasn’t clear herself about its predictability, as if the computer had made an error. “You wouldn’t become nervous?”
“maybe I’d rerun the program. Maybe the computer is malfunctioning and I’d switch to an outside computer and relay my approximate calculations again to get a fix of real readings.” Dember hesitated, amused because he seemed to agree with her advice as she told him and she began to think he was humoring her. If he was she thought it was mean. On the other hand maybe he was having a problem.
Dember continued despite his amused nods. “At my fixed point in space a 10-40-60 would mean a total loss of control of the ship. Likely caused by external forces of pulling on the ship like a wave made on the ocean, pressures pushing against the ship and would eventually tear it apart.”
“Ah! Then you do really understand the computer.” He brutally said. “Look!” He pointed at dials and the computer that said the strangest thing that they were reaching a possible situation of a 10-40-60.
“That’s impossible Deacon.” She said shaking her head.
“You know what I think! I think we may be in a little more trouble in the voids than we know. We know little what the vacuum made of and we are trying to fly through it.”
“You did just set it to find our new path corrections, maybe its calculating winds by mistake?” She wasn’t sure why the computer warned them of waves in space when there wasn’t any in a vacuum void.
“Yes, of course I did. But is this a mistake?” Deacon said.
“Get me that outside relay reading,” Dember said jumping into another navigator seal chair. “if we have to hit different waves then just the void drifts we could get pulled apart by the forces. We will have to stop engine. Completely and . . .” Dember trailed off. It would not be alright she told herself. A relay tele monitors space around the flight-path.
They eventually stopped flight. The outside relay’s had indicated strange pressures and elements that made up the space they were in. Both Deacon and Dember began to believe they were rushing their flight-path through a type of space that would react badly to bodies attempting to pass through it. But just what determines what can pass through brought them to remember a theory known as the Clear Pull Theory. And it was also believed that there was no motion in objects between systems due to gravity.
Suppose things remain in orbit remaining to have gravity. What if there were no bodies? The gravity would be different. More turbulent than passing through the Heliosphere but it was at rest now after many millennium of years because few things try to pass through it. Extreme forces were needed to get through a Clear Pull zone according to the theory. Object would need to be massive as planets to pass though. Assume objects could pass if they were attracted to one another. The power of the void was strong enough to pull them apart. The pressure would crush them.
Moving through such a force surely had destroyed the Voyager1 long ago explaining its incapability to contact Earth. It was crushed and scattered into debris small enough they wouldn’t know it from dust. The space between two systems contain elements of pressure of the universe unassumed this damaging. It was always believed the universe was peaceful and gentle.
With the engine turn off they rested.
“What’s our status Deacon?” Dember asked.
“Engine down.” He replied. Indicating he had switched it off and all power of the engine did seem still. He was still alarmed though.
“You have control,” Deacon said to Dember. She took over switching controls to continue monitoring the flight-path.
“Oh-oh!” called Dember from her seal chair. “it’s a Clear Path, shields up.”
“Deacon, we need shields now. Waves are striking the flight-path and they are increasing.” Dember said through the radio to Deacon who had been in the engine room.
“Trying. We need a few more minutes. It’s warming up though.” Deacon announced.
“Hurry.” Dember said. The ship seemed to rock and lurch in space.

Name: The Quinnizodiac
by: Arthur
Word Count: 747
notes: as is, and does not take responsibility for any . . .

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The Quinnizodiac

Deacon and Dember had been the chosen ones. Together they would go to the outer limits.
Now hurled in the void setting adrift. It had been a difficult maneuver to regain control at the speed of velocity they travel. The first frontiering starship was bumpy but it wasn’t destructive. All of the instruments have indicators of the drifting path they were on; operations were in control again correcting the velocity and saying they had traveled a greater distance off the trajectories than supposed.
Forces of the unknown and forces in gravity then anticipated still allowed them to pass out of the solar system void of space and beyond it. They were still on their way. The depth of gravity was so unexpected. Deme Dember was sitting in her flight suit entertaining thoughts of death when they found normalcy in the flight-path. The ship rocked and shook violently for days and now was smooth and quiet. She was now feeling the weeks that had been months. Both crew members took turn between them to navigate the flight-path when the other went into deep sleep, a kind of space hibernation doubling their relaxation time and shortening their conscience time in half.
Dember found her flight suit made her feel uncomfortable. The sense of travel in the large flight-path made her seem small in the universe.

Dacron Dickson Dicion Deacon had quit smoothing his hair. The past hour as the ship slowed and calmed he did too. He used the radio to send encryptions to Earth of the sudden sources of an unknown change in their flight-path. The computers angled their flight-path away from the system they were supposed to reach because of the violent sudden change in speed. The computers feared loosing control and sending Deacon and Dember into a collision instead of their expected journey.
Looking tied and relieved at the same time he said to Dember, “you are tired Dember, you rest. Take a regeneration lath strip before your hibernation. Program for three days of sleep. I’ll hold down the flight-path until I can make the corrections and get us back on our path.”
“I couldn’t sleep if I wanted Deacon, not just yet. I know nothing from home about why we have turbulence in the void.”
“But it will be days before we get the computers working and the path corrected.”
“How are you going to do all that alone Deacon?”
“By using communications from Earth and reprogram all the computers to accept the new data.”
They looked into each others eyes. Normally they would have a sigh after an argument but not this time. They wanted to agree with each other. Take their orders from Earth and do what was in their best interests. This was another surprise and unexpected change in a great plan from Earth. And what Earth has as plans for all mankind. They were getting attractive feeling for each other.
When physicists calculate they test for the outsides of voids like the void between our solar system and another. The distance of vacuum between two systems and the mass and attraction in gravity.
Science today suggests the data of a ship possible. A crew was called a flight-path.
All data being received was lost from the Voyager1 years after it enters the Solar System's Final Frontier. The new plan was to send faster flight-ships that could return after going the same distance as the Voyager. The flight-path ship could turn around anytime and it could also seek better communication zones to send status reports of the crew.
This is the first manned flight. Deacon and Dember were the first people selected in leaving the solar system into arduous conditions and see what the Voyager1 seemed to fail to send back. At the success of the flight-path through the void after the Heliosphere it was expected they could go as far as possible before needing to retrace any distance and contact Earth.
It was alternately unknown what was happening with the Voyager1 and hoped it was still in flight. But the loss of communication with Voyager1 as it reached this depth of space where Deacon was the Voyager1 was no longer able to communicate. The next step was to see if they could communicated with the Voyager1 from the flight-path ship.
Deacon and Dember worked together and successfully corrected their flight-path computers in hope of communicating with the Voyager1 a deep space satellite sent from Earth during the 1970’s.

These are stories that are ALWAYS less than 75 words. Today's topic is PLUG.

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The bride came up to the alter but was alone. The, I now wed thee part would have come next. Instead she shrugged it as if she had rehearsed a million times already. She cleared her throat, but in the church she felt terror as she looked around with no one else there. Was she alone? and about to take the vow of chastity to be a nun? And what for? She thought, Had she really given it enough thought? Then she turned and the guess's began to filter in but she wasn't dressed yet. The bridegroom next entered the church telling a fishing joke to his best man, laughing.

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These are stories that are ALWAYS less than 75 words. Today's topic is Terror.

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They spent most of the hour looking up references for books in the library about the artic circle and what the exploration to it meant for the men. While Kim only could wonder about the Ennui who must have disappeared after several years of invading men. Kim was trying to trace where Ennui had been because her grandmother had convinced her of its once secret society before men had discovered it. The Amazon women living in cold like that were surprised by them, and the women fought but the forces coming from the realms of the UK had been stronger. Then soon they were defeated and about to flea. But had learned from one of the fighting men captured that there was no longer any Amazon tribe that it had disappeared. he didn’t believed there were Amazons but only as a the myth. So had the entire world.

“There aren’t many books in this library.” Kim said. “Now I wonder why no one heard of them; the Ennui I mean. Why did the explorers get to them?” Kim asked Turner.

“Well I don’t know that. Was there anything else your grandmother said that we can possibly use to find if this Ennui once existed?” Turner asked.

“Oh, yes she said there was one chance for the tribe priestess of the Ennui Amazons who were soon defeated to defend herself if they play acted they had been captured by the explorers. She hid dressed as one of the explorers and that how one of them survived. A few didn’t look like explorers and were captured too. She could have tricked the men she spoke to for to take them out of the artic to some place else. Only she saw the women captured and she ran for her life.”

“When she got back to civilization what did she do?”

“Nothing. She hid in a warm climate. She was baring with child and months later gave birth alone in a forest. She made the baby the queen of the Ennui. The baby grew to have long dark skin and black hair with beautiful eyes. Much like Indians or Eskimo in the north west territories where she brought up the queen.”

“And you are a descendant of this powerful priestess and queen of a long ago lost tribe?” Turner now asked with a small hint of ridicule. Now Kim felt alone in the world. She decided that Turner was at least trying to help her and that his savant personal interest was sufficient enough she could trust him.

“My grandmother is very old now Turner. She wouldn’t make this up.” She bent down to the table to rethink everything. “she said because my mother died in child birth for me that I was still the last one. And that many men would try to harm me if they found out who I really am. Can’t I trust you?” she asked looking up. Turner was no where to be found. He had disappeared leaving the library.

The ennui death.

Title: Artic Surf
“By: Arthur
Words: 1475
Notes: yes, Short Story Galore. Sorry if this tangle of a story made no sense, really I was just to busy ripping off Wikipedia to get my facts to right a decent story.

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Artic Surf


“It’s over here! It says . . .” Kim had spoken. Turner thought she had still been looking over his shoulder. But in the time he became so concentrated in reading and plus he really didn’t know where to look in the book he had been reading what felt like a long time she must have slipped away.

Kim had made a decision to do a little research in the town library. When they came at the time of it opening Turner groaned and just looking at the stacks and stacks in dozens of row of books as if they’d just entered the last torture chamber of their lives was enough for him to regret getting talked into coming today. Kim’s eyes opened up wide. She felt a need to read every book in the library. Only if it would help her on her quest of absolute knowledge in learning about the little story her grandmother told her. Her glasses had stained from their bike ride there and she was unsure where to begin. They had spent a half hour combing the rows looking for the research computer. Found it to be occupied by a half dozen school children. So next checked the card catalog, an ancient devise librarians directed people to for selecting books by author and titles or by subject.

They waited for the use of the computer. They were looking through an encyclopedia of historical events when Turner last felt Kim breathing on his shoulder and neck. They both were intrigued by all the information to be covered in so short of time. He knew she was eager that he turn the page or something to something significant that she would could attribute for him of his helping solve her one riddle.

Instead she wandered off and was reading from another source. Kim read, “[Pytheas of Massalia recorded an account of a journey northward in 325 BCE:]”

Turner couldn’t see Kim. In fact he needed to turn in the direction he thought he voice was coming. “What . . . ?”

“Come here.” A mild voice, that of Kim’s said, urgent enough that Turner stood to leaving his book behind passing the computer now empty barely catching his notice and finding her behind a row of reference and history books.

“I’ve never heard of him. It was a him? Right?” Turner probed with a sarcastic smile.

She still wasn’t sure when or where a guy could be joking. So she pretended to understand. “I don’t know but it looks like they’ve always known about finding the circle but they never attempt to go across for fear.” Kim said.

“Fear? I don’t believe it. What fear? It wasn’t what you are thinking as fear. It was so cold they would never survive crossing the great and cold artic. They couldn’t of.” Turner wasn’t even sure about the right facts of history that was about the artic to be true. But he felt sure that some of the facts made enough sense. “Men wouldn’t have followed a celestial voice and try to come to it through the cold.” Turner said.

“But. They had to. Look it says,” she highlighted a part of its page with her right index finger. She had to read in a whisper into Turner’s ear, “[to a land he called "Eschate Thule," where the Sun only set for three hours each day and the water was replaced by a congealed substance "on which one can neither walk nor sail.":] . . .”

Kim then repeated the words, "on which one can neither walk nor sail.”

“The women could go and come back if they willed it, but there was no coming back.” Kim stated.

She felt know the story her grandmother had told last night to be the truth. There was a tribe of women from the Amazon who had captured enough slave men to take a capsule of the women through the icy cold to live in the North Pole. But that the place they found was so cold and isolated from the rest of the world that none of them ever returned.

Kim’s grandmother said Amazon women had reached the artic circle and with magic made camp and it was called Ennui. A place where no living being could live without needing to survive by enslaving. The taking of the freedom of men by casting a charm on them made them unaware of where they were. And they had to build their temple for the gods they so pronounced it as the only place safe and kept well to live for women. Women as a tribe strong enough till the end of time. They had slaved men into helping and needed more because many of the workers had died of starvation or frost bitten that they were in need of more. The Sirens of the Amazon women used their power to lure the explorers to Ennui. No men knew where Ennui was themselves either because of the charming spell to prevent attacks.

“Look it says [lack of knowledge of what lay north of the shifting barrier of ice gave rise to a number of conjectures. In England and other European nations, the myth of an "Open Polar Sea" was long-lived and persistent:]” She looked at Turner who looked confused, “that is so much like my grandmother’s story. And she even said there was a big ocean explorers went across but the ice storms came and they would become lost in them. The Ennui women captured the good ones and left the unwanted ones to die in the frozen barriers.” Kim read from a book so thick that the heavy weight that it was, was making her arms ache.

“The computers free.” Turner said. “Let’s look and see what we may find.”

~continue

These are stories that are ALWAYS less than 75 words. Today's topic is Riches.

You may write your story to be a really short self story, personal mystery or experience. It can be anything