(homework objective: write a story, 2-3 pages long using the words: ambivalence, sporadic, sycophant, discretion, scintillating, arbitrary, egocentric, bombastic, ubiquitous and beguiling. the story can be about anything (i chose to write mine about a depressed space man))
"log date 08/04 1: ive seen more stars and planets than you. it doesnt matter how many youve seen, ive seen more, trust me, ive had the time to. my space shuttle is white and silver. there is no colour on the inside. on the outside there is a small painted on peach. or maybe its an apple? i cant really tell. theres also a few plants in here with me, places sporadically around the room, that i have named. a fat looking succulent that i have named care, a skinny, tall orchid that i have named attention and then a bonsai tree named love.
i stare aimlessly into the black of space through one of the five windows on this death trap.
usually all i see is darkness. which is expected. but this time i see a rather bombastic looking young man. its my reflection! weird, ive never seen that before...
i continue to stare with ambivalence, looking for something that isnt there. i get distracted by scintillating shooting stars. pretty! i make a wish "i wish i was home..." probably the most stupid thing i could wish for. im stuck in space with no where to go.
log date 01/09 7: today is my wifes birthday! she turns thirty seven at 11:42pm. we have been together for twenty one years. i miss her. shame she thinks im dead.
log date 03/09 8: ive decided to return to mars. quite an arbitrary decision, but im almost dying of boredem in the shuttle.
log date 04/09 9: i made it to mars. it took longer then expected, but im here.
along the journey i thought about my wife and now egocentric she can be. but i love her, she is my light, and i was hers. we met at a library, at first, she looked rather beguiling but i knew she would have my heart eventually. she came up to mr first, i was, and still am, a huge introvert (even though im alone in space.) she said, with discretion "you here alone?" and from that very moment i knew she was the one.
log date 04/09 10: her name is Cassia, my wife. we met on the twenty second of september, my favourite month. her eyes are a light shade of green. apple green. her hair was dyed blue when we met and was naturally dark brown, though i suspect now that is grey. i was a total sycophant towards her. she is older then me by two years, which i love. she had a ubiquitous warmth about her, emotionally and physically. cassia has always been so welcoming.
log date 25/12 31: i have had no food for three weeks. all my plants are dead and i have no idea where i am. im so sorry cassia."
"this is all that was there, sir," a young man said to his boss. other workers were looking around the space shuttle. all that they could find were three empty plant pots, an empty space suit and what looks like a skeleton clinging onto a picture of a woman. "cassia" was written at the bottom left corner.