JAlva

28 May 2058 The first man to touch foot on Mars was a Korean man named Bae Vo. He was born in a village near Pusan, and raised by his uncle in Seoul after his parents passed away at a young age. He then moved to Nagasaki, Japan when he was seventeen to attend university. He was fortunate to have a natural penchant for mathematics and theory, so his studies in physics and biology, two very different sorts of sciences, were only as hard for him as it was for any normal person to learn a new language. He spoke five languages, all the most useful ones, and read several more. But languages weren't his area; sciences were. When he was twenty-fiv

Coffee with brown sugar, cream, and a dash of cinnamon. He didn't used to like the taste of coffee-- the smell he loved, never the taste-- but with the right amount of sweetness it wasn't half bad. A smile played across his face as he caught another whiff of it. The cafe was busy tonight, surprisingly enough. The bright yellow interior must have been an inviting scene for the people dodging the rain outside. A mother pushing a stroller ran past under the canopy, her toddler wrapped in a bright yellow rain jacket and boots. He felt the tug of another smile at the corner of his lips. He used to hate crowds, but given circumstances he was rath

I smell the earth before I feel it. Senses come rushing back. My hands find consciousness before the rest of me, and do their best to push me off the ground. I'm standing, suddenly, but I don't remember how I got there. I'm running. Something in my chest is trying to break its way out. Rap-rap rap-rap, from inside. It's dark now. True dark. The sort of dark that only a dense wood can afford. Like the dreams I had in utero. My feet ache, they bleed, but it's been so long that I can no longer remember when they didn't. A twig breaks sharply behind me, and I know I've slowed too much. I escape. I see a man flying down the road, a flood of lig

"I always knew it!" Donna let her hand slide along the side of one of the large stones as she circled it, the smooth sensation going against her expectations; as if it had been coated in varnish. She'd been to Stonehenge once before, but it was very different this time around. For one, it was about four-thousand years younger. "So what's this do then, eh?" She asked, gazing up as the stars began to poke their pointy noses through the clouds overhead. She pulled her coat tighter around her neck, keeping her head skyward. "Is it a homing beacon, or some sort of alien... doohicky?" A sharp laugh rang from behind her, then quickly fell away as