New Horizon: Earth Reborn

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Henry woke to the crackle of fire. He could feel the blood trickle down his face and when he touched his forehead, a bump where metal had met skull. To be honest, Henry was surprised he wasn’t dead.

Vision blurred, Henry shielded his eyes from the blaring sun. And as he stumbled forward, he tripped over what was left of New Horizon. Left foot, right foot. Right foot, left. What difference did it make? And with that thought, Henry tangled his feet and began to slide. Whizzing past him, a half intact escape pod. Hanging from pried metal, a first aid kit. Shit. Henry reached and went head over heel, falling with a crack. As Henry’s vision once again began to fade, he was greeted in the head with what could only be perceived as a flying med kit. And then darkness.


The leaves began to rustle and then howl. Henry drifted in and out of consciousness. He saw the bright light dim and turn a golden crimson, and then, when he finally awoke, a blueish, purple hue the likes of which he had never seen. 

And slowly the stars began to twinkle, each with their own distinct personality, as if dancing in celebration of some event that had never taken place.


Stars. How odd. In all of Henry’s years, the only time he had ever seen the stars was also the last; on the New Horizon. At least the wind was nothing new. Every storm brought sounds of the damned, a howling that quickly rose to a near scream; if one was not indoors during the storm, one might fear being swept away in what were once described Mega Storms, now all too common.

And yet, Henry did not feel the wind as he felt his way through the darkness. Stopping, Henry riffled through the first aid kit and found a flashlight. A few smacks later and it was on. It appeared damaged and flickered in the howling night. Henry saw what looked to be a hand reaching for his. Startled, Henry leaped back, disarming what appeared to be a branch. Stranger still, the branch had leaves.

My God. New Horizon actually worked. The Terraforming had given new life to what was once de… Before Henry could finish his thought, a crack of lighting and the boom of thunder as the tree in front of him burst into flames. God, was it beautiful. Standing what must of been 150 meters tall, a Giant Redwood (if the word giant could ever do it justice). The flames danced from branch to branch, illuminating the darkest night; a brief reprieve from a blanket of shadows.

A branch fell.

Then another.

And another.

Out of the corner of his eye, Henry thought he saw movement and a faint glow but when he turned around he was met with only darkness.

“strange, I could’ve sworn I saw movement. Probably nothing.”

Hiking a little ways yonder of the burning the tree, Henry gathered fallen leaves and made a rudimentary bed for the night. Tomorrow, he would brave this New World but tonight he had earned a well deserved rest.

*The wind began to howl even louder and screams turned quickly into shrieks. Henry began to shiver before fading into a deep slumber.*


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Fireworks, Cityscapes, and Nighttime: Adventures in photography

In my pursuit of hobbies that challenge the mind, my newest addition to what will eventually be the death of me is photography. Going out, taking photos and stretching my comfort zone until it pops and oozes discomfort; if I survive, great. If not, at least I’ll have some amazing photos.  Life is too short not to play and play I have.

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Personally, I am disgusted with my photos and I am not saying that for humble brag points. What you see is pretty lights while what I see is camera shake akin to making a double exposure.

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As a first attempt, these are not bad but they could be so much more. Had I been strong enough to lift a tripod, the night might have ended differently. And Thank God I’m too broke to afford a lens with proper zoom because then you might see what I see.

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I almost didn’t go out but decided “why not?” as I do with the best decisions in my life. Steps are steps and even crawling gets you somewhere. I never want to get in the habit of telling myself “I can’t.”

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We are our greatest critics and most give up before something can truly flourish. Success is not a straight line and success is relative. If we believe we can’t, we can’t. If we believe we can, we can.

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And the greatest achievements in life are not easy and when achieved, offer the greatest sense of accomplishment. Take pride in knowing you’ll get there and instead of focusing on what’s wrong, always see mistakes as learning opportunities.


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I love producing content. As I grow as an individual, so does my content. What was once acceptable now isn’t. As such, more time is spent working on each post. I do all edits, research, and content creation. Whether it’s taking photos for a post one day to writing poetry the next, my blog is keeping me busy. Donations are appreciated and are used to invest in creative pursuits whether that be writing classes, art lessons, and anything in-between.

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