My Three-Act Structure Called "Life"

Daniel, Miles, and the rest of us were being guided by the alien creature. Its voice reverberated off the walls of buildings. Miles and I couldn’t stop staring at its feet that seemed to match the imprint we had found in the snow a few days before.  Miles approached me and spoke softly.

“We need to ask Daniel to ask if flat out if it killed Josh,” Miles said. 

“Not yet,” I replied. “I don’t know for sure if Daniel would be able to translate that exactly, besides, do you want to be the first to test how it responds to that kind of accusation?”  (more…)

“Come with us, Simon,” President Eastman ordered as he walked towards a corner of the War Room with Sans and Eastman closely behind him. 

Simon followed closely behind to a corner of the room where there was no furniture, no painting or map on the wall. Nothing. 

“My kids used to play Hide and Seek in here,” President Eastman began, “the Joint Chiefs would get furious with me over it. Though they all knew better than to publicly say anything. I didn’t care at first, until I remembered why they objected to them being here in this particular spot. It wasn’t because they were concerned about them being exposed to information sensitive to our national security or risk leaking out classified information. They were just worried about the kids finding the false wall.”

President Eastman put his hand flat against a specific spot on the wall and out of nowhere a glowing console appeared with a low hum. His palm print suddenly appeared on a digital scan and the wall pushed back and swung open leaving Simon with a shocked look on his face. 

“Not that they’d be able to open it without cutting my hand off first,” President Eastman said with a smile as the men walked through the newly appeared door down a cavernous hallway. “You can shoot this wall with a grenade launcher point blank and it wouldn’t even scuff the paint.” (more…)

As the liaison on Icarus, Samuel Ng’s duties had become needed more often, but the reasons for his services had become more trivial. Domestic disputes were obviously almost dead in the understood sense of being primarily being between spouses. When Icarus first launched, he acted like a bonafide therapist. He helped nearly every crew member, including Captain Bellamy, with issues such as survival remorse, separation anxiety and feelings of isolation. No matter how big a space (or space itself) may feel, and no matter how much free time you have to do anything you wanted, alone is alone… is alone.  (more…)

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Daniel had finally stopped after we all reached a vast, wide opening in the cave. It stretched further than I could see. I was starting to wonder how a cave like this forms and how long it took. 

It appeared as if a city had been erected in here. Buildings made of wood, clay, ice, or a combination of the three surrounded us. Some up to three stories tall and that didn’t even reach half the distance to the top of the cave. In all this splendor, Miles, Sara, Ada, and the rest of us were speechless. But Daniel, Daniel kept shouting in his native Basque but we didn’t see anybody else. And the replies stopped.

“Daniel,” Miles began, “What are you saying? What was being said? ¿Comprende? Who were you talking to?”

Then a loud shrill came out of Sara that startled all of us. She pointed to… something in the distance walking towards us. Miles had gotten into his military stance and was about to step forward, but Daniel reached for Miles’ shoulder and stepped in front of him.  (more…)

Captain Katherine Bellamy stood in her spacious, but sparsely decorated Captain’s quarters, not to be confused with her personal quarters. Some framed family photos on her desk of her husband, children, and one grandchild; all killed in “The Blast.”

She was staring out her window facing the heavens contemplating (as she often did) while sipping a hot chocolate. A muted chime interrupted her trance-like thoughts as she turned towards her door. 

“Come in,” her soothing but commanding voice replied.

Katherine Bellamy was an Army brat through and through and then became the mother of Army brats. Both her parents, her four grandparents, as well as her great-grandparents all served. Katherine lived all over the world and on her 18th birthday, she enlisted and never looked back. The first woman in United States history to achieve the rank of Five-star General. Nine months later, she received unanimous nominations and votes to be named captain of Icarus. She didn’t even have to campaign.  (more…)

Deeper and deeper the cave went. We felt actual, natural warmth. That should’ve been my first clue that something was not normal. 

Daniel pressed on desperately. Imagine not being able to speak to anyone in your own language because they had all presumedly died out. But we still hadn’t seen anyone or anything. 

“Daniel, what have you been saying?” I asked. But all Daniel could say in response is what he always said,

“It’s good, Tiberius. It’s good,” as he began to try to run. I tried to get him to slow down but he wouldn’t listen, or didn’t understand. (more…)

Sam saw Kairi surprisingly still sitting in the same spot. Normally when Kairi was seen about the ship, she never stayed in the same spot for more than a few minutes. Sam looked down at his tray still filled with food and dumped it in the bin as he made his way back to her table. 

“I need to ask for a favor,” he said.

“Again? I told you I’ve had worse. Take it as a compliment,” she replied not looking up from her digital pad. (more…)

Daniel shouted again the same phrase as he enthusiastically but slowly made his way through the mouth of the cave. “Zure Mende hemen sago.” I was right behind Daniel holding onto his shoulder.

“Daniel, what’s going on?” I ask. 

“It’s good, Tiberius. It’s good,” Daniel whispered back. (more…)

SIS was in fine working order as far as Sam could tell. Whatever diagnostic hiccup she had was non-existent at best or immediately corrected at worse in his mind.

He had plopped down his tray and himself at a table normally reserved for an intimate clique of workers simply known as The Gators. They were five highly specialized hydroelectric engineers who all had one job: make sure all the shit vented into space and only space. To call them plumbers is an insult beyond all insults in their minds, but that’s what they were. The five-man team split shifts to ensure that “the ship never takes a shit.” That was their motto. (more…)