I am starting a new recurring post series called Writing Wednesday, which as you can imagine is a writing exercise I will undertake every wednesday. For now, I am using This Blog as a prompt giver, but I do accept prompts in the comment sections. I can’t guarantee I’ll use all of them, but if you have a prompt you would like to see me use, feel free to give it.
I’ll take the prompt and write it directly into the blog. Sometimes I may give myself a time limit (Today’s is 15 minutes) to tell the story. Today’s story is probably scientifically unsound, but I wrote it in 15ish minutes and no time for prep like research. Also hasn’t been edited beyond basic listening to the spell check.
Story (507 words):
Krysta opened her eyes slowly. The ache in her head was slight but still present. The room however was not well lit, the only light coming from the window where moonlight filtered in. Blinking she looked around the room, trying to access where she was. It was unfamiliar to her. The walls were made of thick stone, although she couldn’t be certain in this lighting. The only decoration was the curtains, which moved with the slight breeze entering through the window.
She sat up in her bed, moving to get up and walk to the window. The bed was surprisingly large, with four tall posts at the corners. The covers were thick, and as she removed them, the air felt colder on her exposed body. She definately wasn’t in California anymore, where the temperatures had rarely gone under 80 the past week. THe bed was also high, her legs not reaching the floor when she sat on the edge.
She slid to the floor, flinching at the cold of the hardwood, and made her way to the window. Her window looked over an ocean, a rocky shore in the mid-distance. The waves crashed against the rocks, and she could hear the distant sounds of the movement. There was nothing however to tell her where she was.
It was then that she looked up at the moon and found it to be different then she had ever seen it. For one, there were two moons in the sky, one the size that she was used to, and another far closer far larger.
“Ah, you are awake.” She turned around, surprised by the appearance of another person. “I apologise for startling you. It is not often we have guests here.” She frowned – how did that effect surprising people. She went to ask but found herself without her voice. The man standing the doorway looked at her in concern, and then sympathy. “It will return,” he assured her. “The method of travel is safe, but it does take some time to recover. We haven’t quite figured out why it affects your people’s vocal cords, but it seems not to linger too long.” He placed a tray on a table she hadn’t noticed before in the corner near the door beside the bed.
“I’ve brought you some food. Keeping your strength up with help you adapt more quickly.”
Adapt to what?” She thought.
“Adapt to the planet’s differences.” He glanced over at her and caught her wildeyed look. “No one explained this to you?” She shook her head.
“Despicable.” he muttered under his breath. “You have been taken to Laroux, a planet about 15 light years away from your home planet,” he continued in a louder voice. “For the most part, Laroux is not much different than Earth, but it has a higher gravity, two moons which of course cause more radical tides, and a longer day. It won’t take long to adapt. Most of what you have to recover from is the stasis you were put in for the journey.
Sokorra Lewis 