BakedAccent
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I don't know how the writing prompts here are suppose to work here but I'll claim the first spot anyways! This idea was inspired from me looking an image of an astronaut in space without a harness and I just wanted to write about it for some reason. Both the description of the prompt and my very own take of it will be down below!
Somehow, someway you've drifted off into space, your crewmates are unable to retrieve you back. What will run out first, your radio or your oxygen?
Somehow, someway you've drifted off into space, your crewmates are unable to retrieve you back. What will run out first, your radio or your oxygen?
What do you think it feels like to be out in the vast depths of space, floating away from your comrades without a cable or any fuel left to get back onto the space station?
You think it would be pretty bad right? Well, you’re right it is bad, except it’s not pretty bad, it’s VERY bad.
That’s the situation that I’m currently in. Slowly drifting away while my crewmates attempt to get me back onto the ship, thing is, I happen to be just far enough that they can’t reach me.
Even though I’m an atheist, I pray to god that I’m able to make it back. I’m immensely scared right now, and I don’t know which will run out first, my oxygen or my radio.
Frankly, I don’t know which one I would rather run out first.
If the radio goes out, then I don’t know how I’ll be able to handle the stress, and if my oxygen runs out then everyone will be able to hear me slowly die of asphyxiation.
“Sigh, Dale, I just want to see my kids, my wife too.”
“Don’t worry Alex! We’ll be ther-”
The radio just cut out… Jesus Christ what has my life come to?
Am I going to die here? To die in the vast emptiness of space, without anyone to hear my final breaths?
Once again I beg to god, please save me. I can’t do this. I don’t want to, I’m still so young with so much left to do…
Hours go by without rescue, and I’m beginning to doubt that command wants to even save me. My oxygen is already running low, and I think it’ll only last for a few more minutes.
Tired I watched the earth below me, it’s said that earth was the most beautiful jewel of the heavens and I agree with that statement. It was such a pretty sight to look at it from space.
No, what am I doing? I can’t just be floating around doing nothing! I have to do something, save myself!
But alas my oxygen tank has finally run dry… Choking back a sob I let out a faint whisper, one that I could barely hear myself.
“I don’t want to die…”
You think it would be pretty bad right? Well, you’re right it is bad, except it’s not pretty bad, it’s VERY bad.
That’s the situation that I’m currently in. Slowly drifting away while my crewmates attempt to get me back onto the ship, thing is, I happen to be just far enough that they can’t reach me.
Even though I’m an atheist, I pray to god that I’m able to make it back. I’m immensely scared right now, and I don’t know which will run out first, my oxygen or my radio.
Frankly, I don’t know which one I would rather run out first.
If the radio goes out, then I don’t know how I’ll be able to handle the stress, and if my oxygen runs out then everyone will be able to hear me slowly die of asphyxiation.
“Sigh, Dale, I just want to see my kids, my wife too.”
“Don’t worry Alex! We’ll be ther-”
The radio just cut out… Jesus Christ what has my life come to?
Am I going to die here? To die in the vast emptiness of space, without anyone to hear my final breaths?
Once again I beg to god, please save me. I can’t do this. I don’t want to, I’m still so young with so much left to do…
Hours go by without rescue, and I’m beginning to doubt that command wants to even save me. My oxygen is already running low, and I think it’ll only last for a few more minutes.
Tired I watched the earth below me, it’s said that earth was the most beautiful jewel of the heavens and I agree with that statement. It was such a pretty sight to look at it from space.
No, what am I doing? I can’t just be floating around doing nothing! I have to do something, save myself!
But alas my oxygen tank has finally run dry… Choking back a sob I let out a faint whisper, one that I could barely hear myself.
“I don’t want to die…”
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