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The Hardest Thing to Do Ch. 2Chapter 2: Open It Up and Let It Be
We landed on the planet. I could see the unfamiliar rock formations and the unfamiliar sky through the windows. Naomi got up from her seat and turned to the window. She looked out over the terrain. Her eyes peered over each little rock. She smiled softly and sighed.
"I have only seen this place in photos," she explained. "It's odd being here now. It's so strange seeing this place in person. I know where I need to go but the trouble is getting there without getting caught."
"Oh, is that all?" I laughed nervously. "That should be easy right?"
"It's not that easy," she pointed out. "Each of these rocks has a sensor in it. The moment we touch down on the floor, it's going to sense us."
"How does that work?" I asked.
"It forms a grid on the floor. It's like a pressure plate," she replied. "We step on the ground and since we aren't one of them, it will read our DNA and alert them to our presence."
"That sounds bad," I gulped. "Do we have an idea on how to
The Hardest Thing to DoChapter 1: The Humblest of Beginnings
I thought that a falling star was the most beautiful and wonder thing. It was the most simple thing to see in the world. It was supposed to be a wonder. It was a sign of hope in a world doomed to die. If I only knew that it was the harbinger of that doom.
Hello and allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hunter Wilder and I live on the planet Earth. Well, I lived on the planet Earth for seventeen years. Today was the day that all changed. You see, Earth is doomed. If you are reading this today than you either aren't human or you know the outcome of this but you don't know what happened. You don't know how we did it. I escaped Earth because I got lucky. I met a girl who changed my life. This is our story.
Once upon a time I was a normal teenager living the normal life in a small town outside of Jacksonville, Florida. We're so small that I don't think history will remember Pines Wood. No one will remember Pines Hill High School where I went. I walke
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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