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Velvet Darkness: A Multinomial Odyssey
"We choose to go to the Moon in this (age) and do the other things, not because they are easy; but, because they are hard."
John Fitzgerald Kennedy
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A #WRITCO Odyssey of Unity
🌈 🖇️ 🌈
UNDER
THE GUISE
OF THE
FULL MOON
🦄 🦋
"Welcome, young pioneers," a voice boomed over the intercom, echoing through the gleaming corridors of the training facility. "You are about to embark on a journey that will not only change your lives, but the course of human history."
The seven of us looked around the sterile room, each a solitary figure against the gleaming chrome, our hearts racing faster than the countdown clock on the wall. Sedgwick, with his mop of fiery hair, nervously fidgeted with the strap of his backpack, while Kari's cool blue eyes scanned the room as if looking for an escape. Oli's fingers danced in the air, translating the words into a silent ballet only he could see, and Arya's dark eyes searched for understanding. Marcus's youthful genius was hidden behind a wall of solemnity, and even the usually jovial Stuart had gone quiet, the gravity of the moment pressing down on his young shoulders.
We had come from different corners of the globe, our paths intertwining like the threads of a cosmic tapestry. Sedgwick, the quiet rebel with a heart full of secrets, from England. Kari, the fiercely independent, whose vibrant spirit shone brighter than any star, hailed from Germany. Oli, the silent poet, whose hands sang stories the world had never heard, was our Dutch wonder. Then there was Stuart, the unseen force from South Africa, whose courage was as boundless as the universe we sought to conquer. Arya, the gentle warrior from India, whose faith was as strong as the steel that made up our shuttle. And Marcus, the prodigy from the heart of America, whose mind was our gateway to the stars.
The President of the United States, Kamala Harris, had addressed us in a private session before the launch, her words a unifying beacon in the vast unknown we were about to face.
"In the velvet darkness of space," she'd said, "you will find not emptiness, but the fullness of human potential. Each of you represents not just your country, but the indomitable spirit of youth that knows no borders. As you reach for the moon, remember that you are the brightest stars in the constellation of human endeavor."
The pilots, Ronnie, Cori, and Debbie, moved with the confidence of seasoned astronauts, their laughter a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the air. They had seen the heavens up close, had danced with the stars in their own right. Yet, even they seemed humbled by the gravity of what we were about to attempt—seven teens, a transgender, a lesbian, a deaf boy, a blind boy, a Muslim girl, an American genius, and a Chinese girl as our leader, all bound for the moon.
The room buzzed with anticipation and fear. We were about to become the first multicultural teen group to touch the face of the lunar goddess, and the weight of that honor was as palpable as the air we struggled to breathe in our bulky spacesuits.
As we were herded into the shuttle, I couldn't help but think of the families we had left behind. The tears shed by our parents, the pride in their eyes, and the unspoken goodbyes that hung in the air like invisible constellations.
The shuttle doors hissed shut, and we were sealed in our fate. The room grew smaller, the walls pressing in, until all that remained was the steady thump of our hearts and the whispered promises we made to each other.
The countdown began, a rhythmic chant that grew louder with each passing number. We were a single heartbeat, a collective breath, a silent prayer ascending to the heavens.
Three... two... one...
Ignition.
The floor trembled beneath us, the engines roared like ancient beasts awakening, and the world outside grew smaller and smaller until it was just a blue marble, floating in the vast black sea of the cosmos.
We were on our way to the moon.
And thus begins our odyssey, a tale of friendship, courage, and the unyielding spirit of youth. A...
John Fitzgerald Kennedy
🚀 🌌
A #WRITCO Odyssey of Unity
🌈 🖇️ 🌈
UNDER
THE GUISE
OF THE
FULL MOON
🦄 🦋
"Welcome, young pioneers," a voice boomed over the intercom, echoing through the gleaming corridors of the training facility. "You are about to embark on a journey that will not only change your lives, but the course of human history."
The seven of us looked around the sterile room, each a solitary figure against the gleaming chrome, our hearts racing faster than the countdown clock on the wall. Sedgwick, with his mop of fiery hair, nervously fidgeted with the strap of his backpack, while Kari's cool blue eyes scanned the room as if looking for an escape. Oli's fingers danced in the air, translating the words into a silent ballet only he could see, and Arya's dark eyes searched for understanding. Marcus's youthful genius was hidden behind a wall of solemnity, and even the usually jovial Stuart had gone quiet, the gravity of the moment pressing down on his young shoulders.
We had come from different corners of the globe, our paths intertwining like the threads of a cosmic tapestry. Sedgwick, the quiet rebel with a heart full of secrets, from England. Kari, the fiercely independent, whose vibrant spirit shone brighter than any star, hailed from Germany. Oli, the silent poet, whose hands sang stories the world had never heard, was our Dutch wonder. Then there was Stuart, the unseen force from South Africa, whose courage was as boundless as the universe we sought to conquer. Arya, the gentle warrior from India, whose faith was as strong as the steel that made up our shuttle. And Marcus, the prodigy from the heart of America, whose mind was our gateway to the stars.
The President of the United States, Kamala Harris, had addressed us in a private session before the launch, her words a unifying beacon in the vast unknown we were about to face.
"In the velvet darkness of space," she'd said, "you will find not emptiness, but the fullness of human potential. Each of you represents not just your country, but the indomitable spirit of youth that knows no borders. As you reach for the moon, remember that you are the brightest stars in the constellation of human endeavor."
The pilots, Ronnie, Cori, and Debbie, moved with the confidence of seasoned astronauts, their laughter a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the air. They had seen the heavens up close, had danced with the stars in their own right. Yet, even they seemed humbled by the gravity of what we were about to attempt—seven teens, a transgender, a lesbian, a deaf boy, a blind boy, a Muslim girl, an American genius, and a Chinese girl as our leader, all bound for the moon.
The room buzzed with anticipation and fear. We were about to become the first multicultural teen group to touch the face of the lunar goddess, and the weight of that honor was as palpable as the air we struggled to breathe in our bulky spacesuits.
As we were herded into the shuttle, I couldn't help but think of the families we had left behind. The tears shed by our parents, the pride in their eyes, and the unspoken goodbyes that hung in the air like invisible constellations.
The shuttle doors hissed shut, and we were sealed in our fate. The room grew smaller, the walls pressing in, until all that remained was the steady thump of our hearts and the whispered promises we made to each other.
The countdown began, a rhythmic chant that grew louder with each passing number. We were a single heartbeat, a collective breath, a silent prayer ascending to the heavens.
Three... two... one...
Ignition.
The floor trembled beneath us, the engines roared like ancient beasts awakening, and the world outside grew smaller and smaller until it was just a blue marble, floating in the vast black sea of the cosmos.
We were on our way to the moon.
And thus begins our odyssey, a tale of friendship, courage, and the unyielding spirit of youth. A...
