Opportunity Stories

22nd of November – Season 3 When John Kloof had read the post on the Formulary, his heart had skipped a beat. How could it not? The first ever Formula-X Queen had named him as the only former King she regretted never facing while she was reigning Queen. She'd even name-checked his career highlights, admitting that his rise to the top in season 1 had been inspiring to her. However, it was the Club President that made the d...

To everyone in the room, she seemed like just a normal girl wearing Vans, blue jeans, and a red hoodie. Such a first impression meant a lot to Saffy, because a sense of normality set her in good stead for the admissions interview she'd dreaded for so long. It was all about confidence, and although The College of Further Education was very undemanding, Saffy had absolutely nothing on paper other than court and care orders...

Red Rover(Raanana, February 15, 2019) “Red Rover, Red Rover,Send Opportunity over (to Mars)”Was perhaps its final ironical thoughtAs Opportunity's battery ran low,After Martian winds failed to blow offThe dust piled thick on its solar panelsFrom that last Martian storm.After fourteen years of plodding explorationLearning every inch of those twenty-eightSquare miles of red sand and rock.With Curiosity rover so near,Just fi...

I really need the opportunity to make you understand what I actually meant.  To tell you what I was trying to say  when my words just came out all wrong.  You see, my nerves got the better of me  and I got all tongue tied  And the compliment I was trying to give  came out more like an insult instead.  So I hope you will accept my apology  and please give me the chance to explain.  'Cause you are really are one in a millio...

dead calm adrift  a vast pacific mirror waiting salt-poisoned dreams  fevered fish flying a school cracks the glass overarching my too well-made craft still afloat enduring land in sight white prismatic floating mountains cool promise sending shards of light into all its brave components were they really there? sail tattered cups the imaginary breeze the oars a memory ready for a current to catch  a motion