Tuesday, December 8, 2015

100 Words a Day 742

The size of the derelict hulk was difficult to comprehend in deep space, empty of any scale. Whatever had destroyed the ship had left a debris field surrounding it. Navigating the field wasn’t challenging; the debris orbited the hulk at a languid pace. The danger to anyone trying to reach the titanous ship was the maddening influence of the corpses that that were floating among the broken structure or hanging out of the remains of the crew quarters and duty stations. Some of them showed faces ruined by the catastrophe. Others had faces frozen in the terror of impending death.

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