Competing in the 2017 WriteOn Competition, Cyan have been working hard on their writing.
The Incident, by Nicole
As happy as a bird, as serious as a teacher and as sad as an accident. Everyone was cramp into their spot, directing their eyes to the stage. I was expecting people chit-chatting to one another and cheering excitedly for the show. All i could hear was “Click...click…” photos and videos was taken and silence, “1..2..3..”
“Hurry up, we’re not safe here!” Aven whispered angrily.
“Coming, i’m coming!” I replied with an irritated face. How did I get here in the first place anyway.
Ha, by Mary
The sky is blue and looked is as deep as the ocean, with the wonderful white fluffy clouds flowing through it like graceful catfish. Here in Vietnam we live in small cottages with large families. My name is Hà and I have three older brothers and a mum, although I have a father, he is not with us. He departed us when I was little, taken by enemies. We lost him. Everyday I lay on the green grass outside, near my papaya tree watching it grow, wondering if he will be here to share the first papaya my tree provides.
The Mission, by Sophia
A roar of excitement goes up among the crowd as the three of us walk towards the SS Romulus. People pushing towards the front, some smiling, some staring at us with disapproval. Its incredible how many emotions our human race is feeling right now. The whole world is watching, and this could be the last time my friends and I touch earthly soil.
I can’t help remembering the dangers this mission could hold, we have been preparing to leave the earth. Forever. Planting a smile on my face, I continue walking.
The ship was almost silent except for the beeping of the motherboard and our Navigator Yeoh talking to the Co-Captain about co-ordinates. I sit down in my chair and check the straps. “T-minus 30 seconds,” I call over my Co-Captain Fong and tell her to sit down, even though I knew she heard the countdown in her headphones. Checking the radar display, I ask my crew if they are ready. The ship begins to vibrate. Slowly at first, than faster, and then all at once my teeth are rattling and I’m gripping the hand rests harder than I have ever held anything before.
I try to yell over Fong, but the roar of the ship is too loud. I give up trying. “T-minus
6.6 seconds.” That’s when the three main engines fire. At T equals 0, the two solid rocket boosters ignite. I had run through this almost a million times, and now it has come to life. Suddenly I was thrust upwards. A burst of joy shot through me, then a wave of sadness overcomes me, but I push it away. I snap back into reality to hear my Co-Captain telling me to check if the external has disconnected. I unstrap, and float out of the room. I pull myself to the back of the ship and tap the door. The whole back of the ship has gone and the gravity door is sealed. “All good, Larissa!” I yell to my Co-Captain, as I try to propel myself back.
I hear Nicole and Larissa yelling.
“What is it?” I call.
“Our navigation has shut down” Larissa’s tone was harsh.
“Let’s calm down.” I think for a moment, “Have you turned on the Deep Space Positioning?” I asked. They haven’t.
“Well turn it on!” I exclaim.
“Wilco.” Larissa says dutifully, cursing herself as she flicks a few switches and pulls the main lever.
“DSP activated, Captain”
“Well done. Nicole, status report,” keeping everyone busy, I pray that this mission is a success. So much is riding on it. So much is possible. So much could go wrong.