I didn't know what to write so I asked a friend to give me a writing prompt: "Love in space, between planets". I hope you like it:
"Permission to land granted." The robot said, and with a long sigh I landed soundly on the soft, strangely blue grass.
"This is so weird!" I giggled as my bare toes touched it.
"First time here, huh?" A soft voice said next to me, and when I turned around, I saw you. I smiled broadly, feeling my cheeks burn as you held out your hand.
"Yeah, first time." I replied, shaking your hand as we introduced ourselves.
"Some chemicals made the grass blue. But they're not dangerous." You commented, pointing at the grass. I nodded, fascinated by the small planet of Gyant. "So, what brings you here?" You ask as you peek at my small cargo ship.
"Uhh, some super secret stuff, yah know?" I tried to look mysterious. Why? I'm not sure.
"Like smugglin'?" You asked and my heart began to beat faster.
"Uuh, whaa-?" I said in a high-pitched voice.
"Look," you leaned towards me, "I need to get outta here. It's no problem if you add one more secret to your cargo.
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And that's how we got here. Far too many secrets and one confused pilot. "Where do you wanna go, then?" I asked as you perched on the seat next to mine.
"I don't know." You smiled, stretching like a cat. "Where do you wanna take me?" You ask seductively. I stay quiet, afraid of revealing too much.
"Why did you leave?" I then queried.
"I met someone." You replied, looking deep into the dark Space. "A long time ago." I felt a spike of jealousy in my heart as I listened. "I mean, we were barely kids, you know?" I nodded, still not looking at you. "A place where grass was green, the sky a deep purple and a white sun that could blind whoever looked at it."
I finally turn, gaping. "I know that planet." I whisper. "I was thirteen, and my dad had taken me there... It was my first time away from home. And another kid began talking to me. I... I told them we were smugglers just t'impress them." I smiled. "They wanted to run away... said to take them wherever I wanted to..." I look away. "And I befriended them." I could feel tears forming in my eyes. "I thought I'd never see them again..." I was crying now as you took my hand. "You remember..."
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The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
