The moon sat high in the sky, a picture of beauty for the morning of an important day. Mackle’s day started as any other would, but when it comes to the time of his speech, for his city’s place in this years trip to Earth, the sun decided to take a front row seat. Mackle’s speech turned into the city depending on him for answers, and the trip to Earth was now a fight for survival....

It wasn’t something I did everyday, and it wasn’t something I wanted to do everyday either. I walked off of the stage as the crowd clapped me off, probably rushing me away, wishing they didn’t have to listen the sob story of a middle aged women attempting to demonstrate what it meant to live life after death. I locked eyes with Rob, strutting towards me with a proud look on his face. I wasn’t read...

The morning sun crept through the curtains to light up the room. A beautiful start to, what should have been, a beautiful day. Lisa fantasised about the day ahead. Micheal was coming to get her, 10AM sharp he said, wear something nice. She imagined a thoughtfully laid picnic with rose petals and champagne. The whole package. The ring his grandmother was going to hand down sat nicely in a polished ...