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Space Mail

by Lamu Xiangqiu 10.14.2020

    "On a typical day, my father and I were delivering packages in the Star Galaxy when a gust of wind blew my cargo over.


    I was stunned.


    I hadn't felt the wind in more than a decade. The escort came around us in an emergency ship. There are no strange winds in the universe unless there is a hole or a collapse. The wind grew strong, and before I knew it, I was already some distance from my father and the freighter. Only intermittently could I hear my father screaming at me to put on the special boots on the helmet radio.

    "Zora!!!!! Those boots can stick to the hull! Put them on!" Getting away from that wind was like boxing cotton, extremely strong but completely independent of me and not responsive to the force I generated. As I struggled to pull my blue boots from my backpack, I was sucked away faster and faster. "Quick! Put on those damn boots, Zora!" I saw the eerie area of the collapse in the reflection of the helmet. The purple, pink, and green ripples, like a stream, set off a whirlpool that absorbed everything around it, tearing apart the clothes worn by one of the escorts. It was half the size of the M-483, like a slow-moving waterfall of color, and I could even imagine its silky feel. "Zora! Grab my hand!" Far away, my father, strapped to a rope, bounced around, trying to pull me back to him.

    I seemed to be drawn out by the collapse until my dad, with the help of a guard, dragged me into the cabin, and I pulled myself away from the eerie, shocking spectacle. Father turned on flight pattern, and we had to get away from the collapse, but he couldn't fight the gravity. The guard pulled out his e-communicator and shouted, "Captain! Captain! We are now hiding in a crater on M-834 near that collapse point. There are two civilians here. Our ship cannot move; please send help! Please!"

    There was no response from anyone. He panicked, ask my dad what are we going to do now. Dad had a tough time steering and firing, but we were slowly moving, little by little, hiding into the bottom of a planet. "Dad, look!" I found a long-haired girl on a cold fire scooter near the ring not far from us. "I remember her motorcycle! she is the girl! We need to save her! Dad! ""God, this is very dangerous. We have to think before we take action." The guard tries to stop us. "Dad, Please! She is the girl who saved me when we out for hiking on that dead planet! I own her a life!!" As I speak, that girl had run into a mini meteorite and crashed her motorcycle into pieces. She looked severely hurt and was spinning wildly because of the relative forces.

My father did not hesitate for a moment. He pulled full steam, rushed to the girl. I was so terrified that she looked as if she was about to be torn apart. I clasped my hands and begged for a miracle: "Dear Creator, please save her."

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