Lucky?
Creeping cautiously, Crispin rounded the rim of Copernicus Crater, preparing to travel, with imagined slide guitar smoothness, over the ruggedly rubble strewn ring of mountains.
Finding what seemed an unguarded slope, he bent his knees as if about to lift a heavy box, then jumped into the not quite nothingness.
Moon Quakes may be poems essayed by breathers of a lost atmosphere, but all this one did was something analogous to barking.
Then its' owner appeared.
Crispin never reached the floor of the Crater, but the farmer, being capable of compassion, allowed him to become the living kind of Scarespacer.
- Category: Fantasy
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Christopher almost 4 years ago
I love the alliteration in the opening line. I'm reading it again, though, still trying to work it out.
(Sorry for the delay in reading this. I've been backed up but trying to catch up now.)
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Jamie Clapperton almost 4 years ago
Thanks Christopher. :-)
No one has to apologize to me about a delay in reading, I've got so much catching up to do in drablr. Hope you're well. :-) -
Christopher almost 4 years ago
Thanks, Jamie. I'm doing okay through all this. Just hoping things will get back to normal eventually.
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Jamie Clapperton almost 4 years ago
Thanks, Drew. ☺
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shaun almost 4 years ago
I too apologise for the delay in responding. Love it! The downside of terraforming is the assumption that there isn't already something there.
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Jamie Clapperton almost 4 years ago
Thanks Shaun. ;-) Think I agree about Terraforming.
