Vasileios Kalampakas
Bio
An alright guy according to what the people around me tell me, but I rarely trust them so your mileage may vary. Writer of fantasy and science fiction.
Stories (1/0)
Yar's Plume
It was uncomfortably chilly on the night we saw each other last. I remember the methane snowflakes and the carbon ice, the first time around. The landscape around the Plume had an unusually eerie feeling. Even a really long displacement such as the one I was going through now could not approximate the feeling. The memory somehow made the hair on my back rise. A distant, logical, and pedantic part of my troubled, aching mind sought to inform the other part—the instinctive, impulse-driven part—that technically, I had no hair. No back for that matter either.
By Vasileios Kalampakas8 years ago in Futurism