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RE: Writing Place: A Creative Writing Exercise
Well awesome, I will keep these things in mind when I write about arriving on an asteroid mining outpost. I’m not very far on my story. I put out a short 500ish word blog about the start of it so I would feel more committed to getting it done one day. I’ve not written anything since then but this will stick into the back of my mind. Until, my random threads of thought come together and start weaving the next part of my story.
Thank you for sharing this.
Hope it's useful!
It’s interesting to have this part of the story now down on paper but nothing yet leading up to. I will be interesting if I find having to change anything down the road.
“Arriving at asteroid mining outpost XXXXXXXI C you could feel and see the broken backs of man’s’ sprit. The way the asteroid belt rotated around the sun--half the outpost remained in forever darkness. This is where resident’s slept never getting to see a sliver of hope of sun ray. The Compound itself was nestling between two giant asteroids whose main compassion is copper. But you could not tell that by looking at these ridged black and dark-brown rocks the size of Texas. These asteroids where riddled with pockmarks, and holes that seemed to go on forever as the company went on its endless pursuit of copper. Trillions of Small shards of ice and brown rock floated everywhere escaping the never ending blasting and drilling operations carried out year round.
The main outpost itself had very few windows and no paint on the bare cold metal. This place was not built with elegant design in mind just pure function. Everything just consisted of rectangle size rooms. Some tall enough for a man who was shorter than six foot two could fit in. Other rooms who exceeding twenty stories tall to fit mining ships and other equipment into docking bays. The only objects breaking up the silhouette of rectangle rooms where: cameras, rusty hatch openings, and antenna arrays. Outdoor lights where these massive ten by ten foot flood lights that blinded me as I approached the delegate landing pad. The landing pad itself was the only thing that had any paint on it, and even that was worn away and darkened by the passage of time. Just the remnant of a dark yellow circle to outline where ships where to be parked on the outside.”
Now, you will have to complete it as you perked our interest.