Flying at Night
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mini_nanowrimo prompt #7. All of the prompts are excellent choices. You could literally could come up with three or four different stories just from the ones given alone. I used the quote again this time. I started thinking about Rodney looking up the sky and remembering the solar system he kaputed, but somehow it morphed into Sheppard reflecting on flying and that space stuff. (I'm not intentionally trying to write every Atlantis character, btw. It's just working out that way.)
Flying at Night
I never thought I'd get used to any of this. I always thought these were the things that happened to other people. You dream as a kid of traveling through space, but to actually do that, explore other galaxies, is another thing entirely. The closest I came before Antarctica was when I flew at night. The stars would be all around me, so close I could reach out and touch them. I'd fly just a little closer to the edge just to have a better look. The world seemed endless up there, filled with possibilities. Now I'm exploring those possibilities. Now I fly among those stars I wanted to touch. I dance around the other ships, but they can't touch me. Even here, I'm still pushing that edge. It's a risk I'm willing to take.
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
"Flying at Night" by Ted Kooser
mini_nanowrimo prompt #7. All of the prompts are excellent choices. You could literally could come up with three or four different stories just from the ones given alone. I used the quote again this time. I started thinking about Rodney looking up the sky and remembering the solar system he kaputed, but somehow it morphed into Sheppard reflecting on flying and that space stuff. (I'm not intentionally trying to write every Atlantis character, btw. It's just working out that way.)Flying at Night
I never thought I'd get used to any of this. I always thought these were the things that happened to other people. You dream as a kid of traveling through space, but to actually do that, explore other galaxies, is another thing entirely. The closest I came before Antarctica was when I flew at night. The stars would be all around me, so close I could reach out and touch them. I'd fly just a little closer to the edge just to have a better look. The world seemed endless up there, filled with possibilities. Now I'm exploring those possibilities. Now I fly among those stars I wanted to touch. I dance around the other ships, but they can't touch me. Even here, I'm still pushing that edge. It's a risk I'm willing to take.
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
"Flying at Night" by Ted Kooser
