Into The Great Beyond
For Paul and John's 47-Words Short Story Unofficial Challenge
Outside the airlock viewport, nebulous tendrils of incomprehensible colors slithered. Captain Leshford undid his oxygen hose.
They’d boldly gone farther than anyone dared.
But beyond: training, daring, discernment, God himself. All inconsequential ideals.
The… things… they’d discovered merely tolerated mortal existence.
“Alert. Manual Override Engaged. Airlock Opening.”
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A/N:
Just when I think I'm out, Paul pulls me back in....
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Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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Nice!!
oh, this is excellent
Sheeeeeeit. I wasn't gonna comment on any until later but sheesh you packed so much detail into this space horror. Fuck man. You've raised the standard dude.