When I had wondered about how I would die, this was not it. Floating in outer space, just waiting for my suit to run out of oxygen. It was a lone mission so no one would know I was dead until they checked in on me at dinner time. I would try to get back but swimming in space has gotten me nowhere as of now so I gave up. Wishing the death would be quick and not as slow as it was threatening to be.
I had always thought I would die in the war. Like so many of my ancestors had. But no. I was born too late and the war was over and there wasn't any threat of another coming soon. So i decided a trip to outer space couldn't harm my hopes of fighting in a war. And look where it got me. Alone. Dying. Trying to hold on to the last shred of hope that I might make it out of this alive.
It became increasingly obvious that I would die soon as my suit kept telling me how much oxygen I had left.
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30 Objects
HorrorI decided I would like to put what I have been writing for creative writing up here. The assignment was to come up with 30 objects for the class and then write something(anything) about one of the objects at a time. We were required to write somethi...
