‘Yes, Sir!’ I gazed beyond his seat to the monitors. One, in particular, caught my attention; the lines of navigation plotting a direct course for the Pilgrim Planet. Holding his headrest, I leaned over and breathing down his muscular neck said, ‘What are you doing, Sir?’
Would this be where an alien space craft might land unnoticed? Young people go missing? A cockroach called Boris lurking in a cave just around the corner?
And where young 17-year-old Minna begins her unwilling mission in the war against Boris?
‘But what is IT?’ I hovered above my seat. ‘If I knew what IT was, maybe I could help you.’ Cool drops of sweat gathered on my forehead ready for a panic party. Stay calm, Holly. Stay calm. It’s just another one of Fahrer’s anxiety attacks.Read more "Out of the Chocolate Box (15)"
Last Friday, no different from every other Friday, Clarke, the robot streamed Queen through the quadraphonic amplified speakers, and we clapped, stomping our feet in the air to the beat. Nathan screwed up his dark face and mimed the chords on his air guitar:
‘Another one bites the dust! Doof! Doof!’ Liesel whooped while I raised my hands to cheer.
We plunged through the stormy red spot of Jupiter; a centuries-old hurricane to the observers on Earth, but to Star travellers, a worm hole in a constant state of flux. Intelligence from ISF headquarters suggested Boris and his fleet of cockroaches lurked on the outskirts of Betelgeux, a red supergiant about to explode into a supernova.Read more "Out of the Chocolate box (13)"
‘Liesel,’ I leant over to her. ‘Monica, here, says the room I’m staying in is haunted.’
‘Well, Holly, you should know.’ Liesel wiped her mouth with a napkin. They all think my gift allows me to talk to dead people.
The Captain sulked and poured over his laptop computer while I marveled at the detailed footage the camera’s powerful lenses which had captured dry river beds, ice-crusted lakes, the massive volcano Le Mons on our screen as we orbited Mars.Read more "Out of the Chocolate Box (10)"