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Ral lifted his hand out of the freezing water. His hand wasn’t pruned. Everyone else’s hand were pruned after just a few minutes. Read on…

Ral’s muscles still ached from the Earth motion training the day before. His legs felt like rubber and he needed more sleep. Usually, at the end of physical training days, the bunk room was dead silent until they were awakened. But unfortunately… Read on…

Shit. Knew I should’ve done something, thought Ral as he leaned his head against the steel bars confining him to his bed and hole in the floor. The cold steel on the floor of this ship was even colder than those of his own and the air (which seemed equally as cold as the floors) reeked of urine and other fowl odors that accumulate when humans are allowed to live in unfiltered air. Read on…

When someone is in as deep a sleep as Ral, it’s only proper to knock first, otherwise you might see the true beast in the person. Unfortunately for Ral, this party didn’t knock nor fear any man’s fury. Read on…

Raleigh touched the button that appeared on the dim red screen in front of him and watched the massive chunk of space rock being pulled toward him; or perhaps he was being pulled toward it? He never could tell. Either way, the rock was certain to pay off nicely down at the Coop. Read on…

My latest project, entitled “The Friedman Chronicles,” is my first try at Sci-Fi. I intend it to be a work that will help improve my writing and come in nothing more than a series-like approach. Now, for a rant. Read on…