Mr Orange
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so, here's mine. explanation at the end.
OK so the font i used didn't paste over, but never mind.
as i mentioned in the discussion thread, this is an idea i have had in my head for a while, about a colonist on a desolate planet wandering around his long-ruined colony and then discovering other people there who shouldn't be. and the people from this new colony trying to accept the man from a colony that has been ruins for hundreds of years. the twist being that he may be a ghost. of course, i had to tweak this to get it into 300 words but i still wanted him to be a ghost wandering around old ruins that in his head shouldn't be ruins. i think this got lost in the edit. the white dome is the new colony, obviously scared by the ghost, except for one. this also had more explanation before i cut it down. the choppy rythm to his thoughts was intentional to indicate his fractious and disconnected mind
in the original edit he also murdered his family and was looking for redemption. this got a bit murky after the edit.
i think some people interpreted it as a dying man accepting death, which upon re-reading, i can see.
The Rover
Suit’s leaking, air hissing. Visor, cracked. Burnt and black. A streak of clear glass, red sands stream past dark, boiling clouds. Lightning flashes, burning.
Don’t look back.
Fire and pain. My leg, maimed. Each step, a knife. Burning ice. Walk into the clouds. Walk into the darkness.
Don’t look back because… Can’t remember.
Lightning flashes, thunder booms; in the dark, buildings loom and blood red sand swirls around. Old Symonds waves. I am saved. Blood red sand swirls. Around cold ruins.
Don’t look back… Why not?
Back, a streak of flame. Back, an inferno. Back… They’re burning.
Back. Oh… God.
Green wall of fire, ten metres high. Plastic walls melting, screams from inside. Siera. The kids. My fault.
Air escaping, I can see the tear. Numb, cold, how much air? Now my legs won’t move. They feel dead but I must go on; salvation’s ahead.
Somebody help, please.
More shapes. I know this place; Crate-town, the colony base. “Medic Station”, the blue sign blinks. Another step, a stumble, I sink. The sign’s gone. I’m too cold, no strength in my legs. Need to rest my head.
A dome, glass. Clean and white. I don’t recognise this. It doesn’t belong. It isn’t right. Inside, strange, cold, harsh light.
And people. Strange clothes, faces I’ve never seen. They run from me, they scream. But one. Dark hair. Dark eyes. White gown.
She stands. Reaches. Takes my hand.
My hand.
It’s… burnt? Through cracked and jagged visor, my glove, gone. My fingers black. Burnt. Bone. My leg; charred flesh, wisps of flame, blood spatters. My oxy-suit… Tatters.
I cough. Smoke fills my helmet.
So cold.
She smiles.
It’s okay. You can go.
I feel light. I feel warm. I… feel. My family waits. I see them.
OK so the font i used didn't paste over, but never mind.
as i mentioned in the discussion thread, this is an idea i have had in my head for a while, about a colonist on a desolate planet wandering around his long-ruined colony and then discovering other people there who shouldn't be. and the people from this new colony trying to accept the man from a colony that has been ruins for hundreds of years. the twist being that he may be a ghost. of course, i had to tweak this to get it into 300 words but i still wanted him to be a ghost wandering around old ruins that in his head shouldn't be ruins. i think this got lost in the edit. the white dome is the new colony, obviously scared by the ghost, except for one. this also had more explanation before i cut it down. the choppy rythm to his thoughts was intentional to indicate his fractious and disconnected mind
in the original edit he also murdered his family and was looking for redemption. this got a bit murky after the edit.
i think some people interpreted it as a dying man accepting death, which upon re-reading, i can see.