Jackson Kadath

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#Note to self: when flying test warp vessels at 100 #percent of maximum #velocity, ensure that you keep #calm. Especially when answering hails from ships in distress: The hysterical voice in the transmission is likely to be your own. Pixabay:bookdragon

#2wordprompt #vss365 #vssmagic #sff #writesky

"And what do you think #stellar exploration is? It is fire and ice and rage. It is the moment we decide to step beyond all we have ever known, a blue dot in an infinite void. It is the face of God and the fear in a handful of dust. It is me, your father, asking what you will be, my son."

#vss365

"We're there, sir."

"Put me intraship."

"You're on, captain."

"My friends, consider if you will, the questions of existence. Find a window and look out. Don't rely on viewscreens - use your own eyes. We are at the Vela Molecular Ridge, the first humans to see a #stellar nursery."

#vss365

#vss365

Jay and Finesse drew their guns as the #crazed reptilian approached. "We thought this was a junkyard!" Jay said.

"It's my garden!" the reptilian hollered, waving his tail.

"And a lovely one it is!" Finesse said. "Who needs flowers when you can have oil puddles and spaceship parts, right?"

#vss365

At first, Poydras thought the Celesterines #crazed. They worshipped the triple moons, waiting all day for Neph, Ren, and Ka to climb the sky. All would break out in frenzied dancing at dusk, listening to tunes from Old Earth. This went on until midnight, when the Prelate gave benediction.

#vss365

#SundaySilence

… somewhere in the forest …

Book cover / UK version (top part)

First 2 paras of Chapter 17 mentions Streamlining as in Streamliner train, Hoovervilles (shanty towns)

Enjoying every sentence in Shadow Ticket by Thomas Pynchon set in 1932.
There’s a lot of American slang.

Chapter 16 - … Union Station …
Rain in Chicago today, a downbeat hush. Yard bulls in slickers moving among the gaunt steel monsters, rain brightened rails, treacherous footing.

Photo of a tan colored Coyote standing in a patch of grass

I snapped this one six years ago today! I was out taking Eagle photos in Tacoma and I happened to catch this one out of the corner of my eye. Just standing there watching me! #Nature #Photography

Most vampires begin their unlives living by a code of rigid ethics they believe will preserve their humanity. As the nights pile up, the truth becomes #blatantly obvious. Humanity is for humans. You either embrace that fact or find a quiet place to watch the sun rise.

#vss365 #microfiction

"Those aliens are #beastly!"

"Cthuloids are actually one of the sweetest mannered species in the galaxy. They just happen to have their distinct outward appearance, and have an u deserved bad rep. How did you get into the Fleet again?"

#VSS365

Poydras saw the message flashing on Xilton's screens.

"Loss of communication, Admiral?"

"Yes, that's why I called you here. Celester's had no response from Revastar B for 3 cycles. Since we are the closest system to Revastar, they want us to check on "our cosmic neighbor"."

#Scifisat #scifimicro

#Evaluating the stargates, we went to the #limits of our galaxy meeting wealthy beings hungry for our stuff. But the traders were #mystified as the journey transformed us into #Chimeras. It's hard work selling our terran trinkets while breathing fire at the same time

#vss365 #2wordprompt #vssmagic

It was a #blatant trap. Dylan could see it thousands of kilometres away. A ship, outside the space lanes, with no transponder code, no radio contact, only a call for help on repeat.

He had the science officer run it through the tests. Artificial. The Enemy was getting sneakier, it seemed.

#vss365

The site #mystified everyone else. Xidril, however, knew exactly what they were looking at: the long lost ruins of Colonial 3, the first ship to bring humans to this world, along with their biomech tech. Mingling with the natives came later, resulting in the hybrids they all were now.

#vss365

He broke the wooden stake before leaving the alley. Fresh blood from a young man's neck almost always left him feeling festive, almost #bouncy. He'd let his guard down and didn't realize until the hunter was upon him.

#vss365

Barbara thumbed through the holodirectory, looking for a single, valid contact. She needed a pilot, willing to be handsomely compensated and ask no questions.

"I am the Pope," she muttered. "Why is this difficult?"

"Maybe I don't need a pilot. Change search. I need a pirate."

#2WordPrompt

Xydon flew over the Great #Mountainous Range, where the Flame Mountains met the Mountains of the Two Dawns. Though he found such flights exhilarating, he thought of Poydras. It had been 6 months since Poydras went on his "most secret mission," leaving so much unsaid between the two of them.

#vss365

At the edge of day
as the sun surrenders its light
the mind grows quiet
and the heart awakens
to the #enchanted truths
it could not hear before.

#Nature #Naturephotography
#Naturelovers #Photography
#Landscape #Sunset #Sky #Clouds
#Naturewisdom #Positivevibes
#Vss365 #Blueskypoets #Poetry

Xidril found himself #enchanted by the old logbooks and holoreels, leading him to a career in archeology. He was the first to discover his people had evolved as flyers earlier than they had first imagined. Old ruin sites, especially the old aeries, became called xidrils as a result.

#vss365

Poydras felt his body shift, as he #kissed the atmosphere. He longed to be out of his suit and stretch his wings again. He had to be at least through the ionosphere for that, and every moment seemed to elongate until...

until...

There.

Free fall became flight.

#vss365 #scifisat

I think I'm becoming a little fixated on this bus stop. It's just so gnarly. Very #NOIR vibes ... even in colour! #Conwy #photooftheday #photograph

Pam Bondi. Dear reader. Thank you for taking the time to check out this alt text! As you may or may not know, this is a ridiculous joke. I know full well who the person is in the photo, and that I've added the bio of a different person entirely. That's the joke. It's a gag about people having a similar name, which I can mix up in a comedic way. Also, I was dropped on the head as a baby. Several times.

Pamela Voorhees is the vengeful Camp Crystal Lake cook who becomes the original killer in Friday the 13th (1980). Created by Victor Miller and portrayed by Betsy Palmer, she commits a series of revenge murders after her son Jason’s drowning, establishing herself as the franchise’s first antagonist

"Admiral, we're approaching translation point, but..."

"But you're about to tell me the navicomp won't preset lock."

"How..."

"Did I know? I wiped Argaleb 3 from our from all our computers. Couldn't let the enemy find it. You'll have to lock on manually to shift back to normal space."

#scififri

Life was boringly routine on Listening Post Epsilon until that day, when a lieutenant, whose name is forgotten to history, picked up an eight word distress call.

"The #dark forest of Zethra 3 is burning."

#vss365

Poydras #touched the front of his helmet, opening his visor and deactivating the compscreen. He had to see this with his own eyes.

The great space port of Fondrin had been destroyed; its gaping maw that held hundreds of starships reduced to a burned-out husk.

##vss365

The observable universe contains trillions of galaxies.

A strand of DNA contains billions of atoms.

And I contain the knowable lore and world building of my characters and made up worlds.

Some people see being lost as a bad thing, but there's nothing better than being lost in a beautiful piece of music, or the world of a good book, or being lost in a mossy forest and chased by dark fairies and things stranger still.

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We all used to #touch the old oak “for luck.”
Illness, job worries, break-ups - we whispered them into its bark & let it hold what we couldn’t.

Until it couldn’t.

Old Ron was the last to touch it. He didn’t notice the crack.

Now he’s saddled with all our darkest fears. #vss365