Memories of a Time Once Forgotten

I was laying on my stomach in the lamplight glowing over my bed. The clock read 12:47am. Why am I awake right now? A small chime rang through the dark air. His reply was in. I opened the message that was waiting for me in my inbox. "urmm... hun... what would you take to a BBQ? xxxx" That seemed a rather odd question.... what would I take? Mountain Dew most likely... or Doritos... ok that works.  So that is what I said, while at the same time asking why. I lay in bed thinking about the boy I was talking to... Chris was his name.. or so he said. He lives in London. At first I was only talking to him cause he was nice and sweet, and the ever present bonus that he was from the city I longed to see.... but now he was more than that. He was my friend.... There was the chime. I all but fell out of bed trying to reach the message. I took a deep breath and hit the button that would open his thoughts. "I'm going to a mates BBQ and have no idea what to bring D= xxx wish I coul...

      The year is 3013.  The Mayan Calender ended 1001 years ago.  The planet known as Earth is my moon.  My name is Charlie Vega.  I have never set foot on the surface of my planet.  My great-great-grandfather colonized the first lunar community.  His father designed the evacuation of Earth.  Everything happened as planned but one thing.  He never returned from the plague stricken planet. After the calender ended, the world continued.  The fourth World War began in the year 2687.  The Black Plague returned, reaching every continent, every town. Earth was dying, the people suffering.  Governments had crumbled and wars were waged.  The Chinese Empire crumbled as United States President Alexander W. Grant, long distant grandson of General and President Ulysses S. Grant, took over office.  Under his direction the idea of a planet wide evacuation began.  In the year 2900 my future was placed here...

Star Stuff.... that's what we are all made of.  No matter how you put  it, we are made of the same things as the stars.  When I was little my brother and I would sleep out on the lawn and watch the stars for hours before finally falling asleep.  He would look for the constellations and when he found one he'd show it to me, then he would tell me the story.  Whenever he found Orion's Belt he'd find the rest of him and then look at me and say, "Al, you know what we're made of?"  I would usually say something like, "Bones and guts and stuff?"  He would laugh and say, "No, we're made of Star Stuff.  The same as Orion.  We are just like him.  No matter what you do, always shoot for the stars, 'cause no matter what, you'll always be made of Star Stuff."  We'd lay there for hours, he'd tell stories and jokes, and no matter what he said, even if it was so absurd that it was almost verging on insanity, I hung on every word.  I...

The cool breeze wafted into my bedroom through the open window.  Birds chirped and fluttered through the air and the crisp, clean morning air made my bed chamber into a fairy tale scene.  My eyes slowly opened, taking in the light from the sun that seemed so lost.  Months had gone by when the sun was no where to be seen, but today it was there like a beacon to the world.  My mind raced as it took in the sounds and smells of the morning.  Another smell came floating into my room but not through my window.  My bedroom door hung ajar and through the small opening came the smell of pancakes and eggs, hash browns and bacon!!  A perfect morning!  I throw the covers off my bed, slide my feet into a pair of slippers and skip down the stairs.  Mother is standing in her PJ's at the stove, bacon sizzling away.  Pancakes are piled high on the table next to a large plate of scrambled eggs.  My father is sitting at the table buttering a slice of...

Well, for anyone who cares, this is my first time to have ever entered a blog entry.... yeah I know, I just pointed out the obvious, and if you know me at all, I do that a lot.... Call me Captain!!  So, as this is my first an only post thus far, I should probably introduce myself.  My name is Jorge.... Jorge Gonzuella... Not really... My name is Ali........ Spensko.  Feel free to call me anything, I'm good with that.  I probably have more nicknames than the Webster's Dictionary has words... yeah, I know, that's a lot right? Well, that's a topic for a different date... I decided to create a blog out of the pure enjoyment of it... I write, a lot..  I have journals upon journals stacked in my closet, all of them are filled, but what about the words that I have in my heart that no one will ever hear?? The words that mean the world to me, will anyone ever get to see them?? I sure hoped so, but now, as I sit behind this computer screen the idea came to me "Blog it."...