Spacesurvival Stories

After a disastrous attempt to fly through an asteroid field, the Cargo Ship "The Avalon" is badly damaged, has lost all but one of its crew, a young boy named Tristan. It's the responsibility of its shipboard A.I. Alastair to ferry his sole remaining charge to safety with dwindling supplies, all but irreparable damage to most of the ship, and a malfunctioning core that's throwing way more emotions at the A.I. than he was ever meant to handle. This is another short story of mine that was previously published in my schools Literary and Arts magazine, back in 2015. (C) Jesse LaCrue 2019

Have you ever wondered if aliens are real? If space ever ends? If there are really other dimensions?

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The shadow of destruction draws near. From the farthest reaches of the universe, a cosmic threat approaches the Solar System. Aboard his colossal ship, the Lelomo, Vandox, the Annihilator of Worlds, cuts through the void like a living storm. His purpose is not conquest... it is erasure. Every star, every planet, every civilization in his path has fallen into ruin, leaving no trace behind. Now, his crimson eyes burn with a singular ambition: to annihilate Earth. But not everyone is willing to wait for extinction. Deep beneath the Martian surface, an ancient warrior race makes a bold decision: infiltrate Vandox's ship before it reaches the blue planet. Led by the strategist Elieneth, a team of Martian rebels-Yossina, Erynth, the twin brothers Eneth and Enerh, and the mysterious, enigmatic Aecis, with his tentacle-like hair-embark on a suicide mission into a living, lethal, and conscious vessel. As the Lelomo's internal alarms begin to scream, Vandox, enraged, activates his defense systems and becomes the ultimate hunter. With a sinister mask and a glowing violet energy machete, he prowls the dark corridors, turning the infiltration into a full-scale fight for survival. Every hallway hides traps. Every shadow could mean death. And every second lost brings Earth closer to its final breath. This is the prelude to the end. And they haven't seen the worst yet.

In the depths of space, where time slumbers and destinies are woven into a tight ball of shadows, they fell. Where the light only timidly flickers, and the darkness is the ancient breath of the Universe itself, echoing in eternity. Love is a ghostly fire flickering in the darkness, Friendship is a fragile vow, bound by stardust and blood, Betrayal is a serpentine whisper from the abyss, tearing hearts to shreds. Their footsteps echoed in the ancient halls - And awakened the dormant gates to the Void, where oblivion and madness dwell. What has awakened in the heart of pitch darkness? Who will open the door, behind which eternity and madness merge into a single round dance?