Sunday, March 11, 2018

300 Words Creative 03/11



I laid there awake, mind too rapid in thought to fall asleep.  The stars from this planet’s perspective are a lot different from those back home.  They are much brighter, like they are burning with the purpose to outshine the other and steal all the attention in the night sky.  I suppose it’s from the lack of artificial lighting here, no humans or human-like beings to come along and clear things out, tear things down, and light things up through the dead of night.  No, this planet has thus far been spared from such an experience, but what lied in the destiny’s path for the planet is something I’ll have to fill you in on at another time. 
                It had been five days since we arrived on that beach, the beach I will never forget.  And how could you forget something like that, pink sand shimmering in greenish sunlight, yellow waves crashing and foaming at the shore.  The coastline makes me think about cotton candy every time I think back to it.  Man how I would kill for some of that right now.  Instead I’m just here in the midst of giant alien trees, contemplating the unbelievable things that I’ve been told. 
                Piccolo said he couldn’t tell me everything just yet.  He said that we had to make it to the Sentinel so I could get acclimated to my latent abilities and simultaneous lives first before I wore the full weight of the truth.  I’m still stumbling a bit over the simultaneous lives part and apparently that’s just the tip of the iceberg.  It was another four day trek through this dense, exotic alien rainforest before we would arrive to the entrance of the Sentinel, but that was just the beginning.  The entrance was a gateway to the inside of the planet, this planet being Marduke.  It was a doorway down into the catacombs of the steam pod layers, about fifty Earth miles of internal hot geysers pretty much.  Then we’d reach this mysterious Sentinel I was purposely being told nothing about.   

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