About a month or so ago, Allen sent me this:
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If life is too short for you to be clicking links, it's a writing prompt with a picture and a title. This one is a mall, and it's titled, "A Stroll Down a Moonbase Promenade", which I actually really, really love.
I read all of the stories that people submitted (including Allen's, which was fantastic) and I thought to myself, "What can I write that will be different from everybody else's?" Because, while there were some good ones (and one or two REALLY good ones), they were all the same. Here's what I wound up writing (and I just finished it):
Brian Gale had certainly seen better days.
He made one more loop around the wreckage, quickly maneuvering his way around a piece of debris that would have gone straight through the ship’s window if he hadn’t been such a quick thinker. But that’s what made Brian Gale great. He was fast acting. A man of action. A smile flashed across his face. A man of action.
Commander Brian Gale stared at the few sections of the building that were still standing. To think that just hours ago, this had been a bustling mall. A mall right next to the moon. And now, it was almost all gone. The DOG had hit it hard, and there was nothing that Command could have done to stop it.
Special Commander Brian Gale looked outside of the window of his spaceship and sighed. He never wanted this post. Honestly, being sent here was a punishment worse than anything he had done. All he wanted to do was speak his peace at the Space Command meeting. It couldn’t be helped that he had something important to say while the High Counselors were talking amongst themselves. It WAS a group meeting, after all, and his opinion on the blandness of the soup being served mattered. Having to report immediately to this destroyed duty station made him angry. He breathed heavily.
Space Master Special Commander Brian Gale slipped on his suit, grabbed a few tools, and moved from his craft to the wreckage with quickness and precision. There wasn’t much that could be salvaged here, he thought to himself dismissively. This was clearly just a way to get Lieutenant Space Master Special Commander Brian Gale out of the picture.
Chief Lieutenant Space Master Special Commander Brian Gale picked up a piece of debris. “I have to spend the remainder of my days at this ruined station,” he thought to himself, “and it looks like the only option I have is to rebuild.”
“BRIAN” his mother shouted up the stairs. Seven year old Brian Gale dropped the LEGO bricks on the floor and craned his ear toward her voice.
“I made you a grilled cheese. Come back to the table and eat.”
Brian Gale smiled, and left the space station behind.
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