Club High Castle

With a new decade upon us in just a few days, I am going to throw myself in the the cliche tradition of coming up with New Year resolutions. Worry not, dear friends, these aren’t your run of the mill, generic, go to the gym every single day and stop going after a week or start eating stuff I hate to go on a diet and fail because gross who wants to eat crap they don’t like? I want to start writing again. That’s it. That’s my resolution. I haven’t written much at all since 2018 and it’s high time I got back  into it. I’ve got a novel planned and outlined that hasn’t been finished since…you guessed it, 2018! Here is the first chapter, and let me raise a glass to everyone; may the 20s be roaring.

Roadster By MLC A tribute to the Falcon Heavy launch on 6 February, 2018 Cast: Commander Thorne First Officer Webb Science Officer Ivan Ensign Jacobs The Imperial Kingston Starship Powell The Roadster With special guests: Commander Erwin Johnson Cosmonaut Dmitry Yelchin Astronaut Peggy Mills   *All cast members are fictional with the exception of The Roadster *Main image of the Roadster is from Tesla Motors .  Roadster “Commander, I’m detecting an unidentified vessel ahead. Forty-three thousand, two hundred and five Karveks away.” Commander Thorne placed his palms against the flat panel in front of him. The readouts glowing inside of it indicated the IKS Powell’s course.  They were to explore the quiet solar system lurking around Shasta IV, the North Star. “Hail them,” he said, holding his breath. Anticipation burned through his limbs, and his gut churned. The separatists never ventured past the blue moon of Vegra II, and the IKS Powell was fifty billion Karveks aw...

Yester Year The Eternal Summer A ficlet by mlc I drew a deep breath, my steps haggard and limp, as I walked through the jagged ruins of Yester Year. Sweat dripped down my back, making my shirt feel like a second layer of skin. I sat down on one of the charred blocks and looked at the parcel in my trembling hands. The sun was starting to dip into the West, a sure fire sign that I needed to hurry up. Wheezing, I leaned over and closed my eyes. Just a quick break, I told myself. Then it was another sprint, but I’d be home, and Nana would get her medication. My eyes fluttered open when a sudden gust of wind brushed my back. It chilled the sweat for a brief moment, and I watched it rip a dead plant from its roost. The light brown thing tumbled around the ruins without a care in the world. My eyes followed it until it hit the side of a block twice the size as the one I was sitting on. That one had imprints on it. That one was proof that Nana’s crazy stories had actually happened. I didn’t ...