News and Moon News

Here is another fun little piece written by my father – it seems he is on a roll! Enjoy…

News and Moon News

By A. A. Moss

[Earth, 27th September in the year 2019.]

Nasa has failed to locate the Indian lunar lander, ’Vikram.’ The Indian Space Research Organisation (ISRO) lost touch with the craft as it approached the south pole of the lunar surface earlier in the month. It is still not clear as to whether it landed or crashed. Nasa’s Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter has scanned more than ninety-two miles surrounding the targeted landing site, but it has not as of yet managed to locate the craft or any residual debris.

Vikram was launched on the 22nd July 2019 from the Satish Dhawan Space Centre in Sriharikota – an island off the coast of the southern state of Andhra Pradesh – taking several weeks to reach its final destination, it was scheduled for touchdown on 6th September 2019. 

[Lunar Surface, 27th September in the year 2019.]

The Momble’s Unidentified Landed Objects Team (ULO) has announced that another object has fallen from the sky. The object appeared to be only slightly damaged, with many still usable parts. It seems that this sort of occurrence is becoming commonplace these days.

As most Mombles know, these occurrences began fifty solar cycles ago, when the Momble Gatherers first discovered significant amounts of mechanical debris, which had mysteriously arrived on the solar side of our planet. All of the debris was gathered together and suitably processed, becoming a matter for the history books.

This latest discovery, however, was a surprise – landing, as it did, in a previously unlittered sector of our world. ULO Gatherers have released a statement confirming that this find had been especially fruitful; with many of the parts being disassembled and re-utilised. The flat, tile-like structures have been used to create a beautiful patio area in the South Lunar Park, and the dish-shaped pieces, into an attractive water feature.

The questions which still exist, however, are; Firstly, where did these articles come from and secondly, what was their original purpose? We may never know.

And that is all for tonight. More from us at Momble Southern News, tomorrow.          

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An Excerpt Taken from the Journal of Survivor T446, Tham Somners

This flash fiction sci-fi story was written by my father (who writes under the pen name ‘A. A. Moss’). It’s a great little story, so I decided to share it here on my page. I hope you enjoy reading it.

An Excerpt Taken from the Journal of Survivor T446, Tham Somners – By A. A. Moss

It has finally arrived! After all of the years of planning, the millions of hours of work, preparation, deadlines, time running out, and the countless lives lost by every single delay; hope was once again flickering to being deep in my heart. The planet was virtually dead, it had given all and more, and we had taken all we could from it; giving back nothing but pollution, death and destruction – tainting its very lifeblood. We had reduced it to a lifeless husk, a pale shadow of its former glory. How we had even survived this long, is a miracle. There aren’t many of us left now. Millions had fallen to greed and want; the giving in to the material demands of society. In the beginning, there had been enough resources for everyone; very little of that was now left for those of us who still remain.

The few women who did endure the hardships of living on a dying world, and against all odds managed to become pregnant, had either been faced with the trauma and pain of bringing still-born infants into the world or had watched as their precious babes fell victim to the ever-growing infant mortality rate. The last viable birth had been decades ago – our species was dying out. We were an ageing race, desperate to survive but living on a planet which we had long ago pushed past the point of supporting life.

The pollution count was high today – higher than before; a much-overused phrase in these times. Everything we recorded was ‘higher’ than any previous records. Temperature, ice cap reduction, water toxicity levels, air quality – all hitting record highs with each and every passing day. We are constantly besieged by extreme weather and terrible earthquakes – caused by our ever more destructive mining, extraction and fracking practices. Flooding had reduced entire continents to little more than a series of islands. The ground that had survived the inundation of toxic, waste-filled water, turned quickly to desert; sitting, barren and unworkable, beneath the weight of a dismal grey sky – it was nothing short of Hell.

Still, we had existed – changed and mutated yes – but existence is existence, and we were survivors!

Our remaining scientists have been searching far and wide for a new planet, one with the specific environmental conditions rendering it capable of supporting our dying race. Finally, a suitable host world had been located; and, alongside it, our species’ renewed hope of salvation. We would be able to settle there, in this new garden, and reclaim at least some of what we had lost. It would take months for us to reach this new world, but we have the means to get there.

I have read the brief on our future home, and it sounds perfect. A few of the scientists had been slightly concerned about some of the indigenous creatures which were scattered across the planet’s surface, but others had argued that they wouldn’t pose any problem at all. In fact, they claimed that these low creatures would prove a valuable source of food; the strongest could even be used as beasts of burden, to assist in the building of our resurrected society. Besides, they had continued, we already have access to all of the technology which we had used to adapt this planet to serve our needs.

Yes, it had finally arrived! The day had come, at last, when we would travel from this dead world to a new home. In light of that prospect, my former concerns seem not quite as important as they once had. Perhaps we had learnt from our mistakes? Maybe not? Either way, was it really of any importance, now that we had a whole new world – fresh and young – waiting to welcome us?

I have to sign off this entry now as the launch sequence has just come across the intercom. As I listen to the numbers counting down, though, I feel a thrill run through my veins…10, 9, 8, 7… this is it! ….6, 5, 4… before long we will be setting foot on this Blue Planet, the one which the indigenous species rather crudely calls ‘Earth.’ …3, 2, 1.

As A Pebble

As a pebble on the bed of a lake, I watch the sky as morning breaks before my eyes, bringing swooping swallows in its wake. The small, perfectly round ripples from their acrobatic, on-the-wing sip, spread out all about me. I feel the mirrored reflection of those same ripples warming my cool surface in undulating waves of soft diffused sunlight.

A school of silver minnows passes by me, darting in and out of the waving weeds, in a nimble game of hide and seek. I watch their playful antics with a gentle smile. Still, I find myself content to stay right here, Unmoving and serene, in pure undisturbed perfection. I am happy just to exist beneath the dappled sunlight from the overhanging bows, which drip their green leafy offerings towards the still, crystal clear water.

My mind drifts there, gently caressed, by the faint sound of lapping waves on some distant sandy shore.

 

Increasing Creative Flow

It is often a common problem, for writers the world over, to keep their creativity levels consistent from one day to the next. There are many things a writer can do to try and boost their level though. I find that researching images of characters, places and things that would fit into my story helps a great deal.

Another thing that you could try if you are really stuck is writing from word prompts. My flash fiction piece ‘Grace Departs’ was written from a three word writing prompt. I was provided with the words ‘grace’ ‘train’ and ‘whistle.’ You can get randomly generated word prompts from various sites online, or even by just by picking up a random book, choosing a number, and then use whatever word is on the correlating page and word number within the text there.

You could also join a writers group online. I am a member of a couple of writers groups through Facebook, and as well as being super useful for things like word prompts and generating new ideas, it can be really good to get the opinion of other people who are in the same positions as you.

Here is my 3 word prompt of the day just to get you started…

  1. Window
  2. Skateboard
  3. Milo

Enjoy!! Feel free to share the results in the comment feed if you feel inspired! :}

Grace Departs

As Grace listened to the distant whisper of the train approaching from further down the track, her heart sank. Gripping her mother’s hand tighter, she glanced up at her normally smiling face, noting instead the deeper lines of worry that now seemed permanently etched around her grey eyes and the pale strained look of her unsmiling mouth. Had it only been a few short weeks ago that they had laughed together in front of the vanity mirror, trying on different shades of lipstick and eyeshadow to make themselves look like glamorous and exotic Hollywood actresses? What changes only a few weeks could bring.

The train was so much closer now, it’s noise almost deafening, drowning out the hum of of voices from the other people waiting along the platform. As the carriages rolled to a stop in front of them, and the platform attendant slid open the heavy door, Grace felt tears well in her eyes. Her mother’s eyes were damp too, as she bent and kissed her gently on the cheek.

‘Be a good girl for your Aunt Susan’ she told her her voice husky with emotion, as she helped Grace up the steps and into the carriage. Handing her her small brown suitcase, she slid the door shut again stepping back to silently watch as the train slowly began to pull away from the station.

For her mother’s sake Grace refused to let the tears fall from her trembling lashes, even though she knew deep inside that, from this moment forward, her life would never again be the same.

© Bernadetteflynnauthor.com 2017