The President extended her hand. "On Earth, this is a symbol of friendship." Standing by the open panel door just inside their spacecraft, the contingency of aliens examined her hand curiously for a moment. Hesitantly, the one in front mimicked the gesture taking her hand. When the President shook its hand, there was great applause amongst all the world's leaders and people of influence gathered in the open field. The Pre...
Chapter 5 Arileot 14 (DG 5) The sunset is bright, and the rays of light shine on Dotristiar’s face. He is so cute. Permanently scared, but handsome in his vulnerability. I think I can use him to watch out for snooping Letaluan, while I search for mom’s stuff in the basement. “No… Please no…” He begs me, as I drag him downstairs. “Not another affair we’re going to get punished for!” “Do not be afraid!” I whisper in his ear...
Cronos. Part Seven. ‘Home darling,’ Brendan said when the ship was still. Audrey stretched and they went up to look at the house as it was back in 1919. ‘When was it built?’ Audrey asked as she held her arm round his waist. ‘I don’t really know. We were living here when one of my great greats fought at the Alamo.’ ‘Well it looks lovely and I’m sure that I’m going to love living here. Can we go out and look at it as it is...
Cronos. Part Six. The familiar hum came along with the slight tremor and the screen of the earth went like a television set with its snow flake effect. It then cleared to show just a haze where the Earth was and the ship was now trembling quite a bit, something they had not felt before. They were silent for a minute, the ship still moving slightly beneath them, the haze not clearing from the screen. ‘Stand by to send it b...
Cronos. Part Five. It was a whirlwind two weeks being chaperoned everywhere for the getting together of her trousseau though her escorts threw their hands up in horror when she said that she expected to honeymoon in the wilds of Argentina. Brendan’s mother had taken on the task of organising the wedding to be held on the back lawn of their stately house. Typical of their class, the back lawn they referred to was the size...
Cronos. Part Four. ‘Did you make notes when you were here last?’ he asked. ‘No, I only made sketches of the dead Brontosaurus at the site,’ she answered as she got her notebook out and thumbed through the pages. ‘Well I know I did,’ as she continued to turn over blank pages until she looked up at him with a puzzled expression. ‘But they’re not here now.’ ‘Different notebook?’ ‘No. I never took it out of my bag. I did seve...
