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    The Trespassers
    The Trespassers
    The Trespassers
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    The Trespassers

    By Steven Arellano Rose

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    After crash-landing on a desert planet, astronaut and forensic anthropologist Gav Torres becomes separated from the rest of his expedition. He soon enough reunites with everybody except one person: his fiancé, Shelley Wu. Gav's persistence to find Shelley will soon reveal to him the alien terror from beyond death that may be responsible for her disappearance, the previous expeditions' disappearances and the likely annihilation of himself and the rest of the current expedition.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSteven Arellano Rose Jr.
    Release dateJul 26, 2024
    ISBN9798227993526
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    Steven Arellano Rose

    For me writing is a journey. I like exploring those dark regions of the imagination, regions that most people either avoid or are just not aware exist. I like to surprise myself on these journeys and so I never want to know what's ahead until I've arrived at it. Like writing, reading is also a journey. In both, we always come back having learned something new. So please follow me on my travels to weird worlds if you are curious about things that dwell in the dark and unknown and, as they say in horror films, if you dare.

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      The Trespassers - Steven Arellano Rose

      I woke up floating in space. When I didn’t see the planet, my heart pounded and cold sweat burst from my pores. Then I noticed there were no stars. I said, Light. My helmet’s lamp lit up. A gray-black mass surrounded me. That’s when I remembered what happened. I had not blacked out in orbit. Just as it had entered the atmosphere, my colleagues and I jumped ship from the pod. Like it did with the pod’s engines, the particle storm that whirled from the planet knocked out our jetpacks’ power. And so I blacked out when I crashed into the dark gray sand ocean on the planet’s surface.

      But the jetpack wasn’t the only thing the sandstorm knocked out. When I pressed Dig on my Spade to dig myself out, nothing hollowed or lithified. The device didn’t even hum. When I attempted to climb out, the sand gave easily. So, I slipped the Spade back into its pocket on my life-suit and swam. I called out for the rest of the crew starting with Shelley, my fiancé. They were just behind me when we had descended to the surface. I knew Shelley was. Not receiving any response, I said, Geographic Report. My visor displayed the following: Climate: Arid; Temperature: 44.4444° Celsius; Humidity: 0; Air Currency: 150 to 200 miles per hour average. Fortunately, the storm did not affect my suit’s thermofab; the twenty-three-point-eight degree C silky material was refreshing on my skin. I called to the rest of the crew again on my helmet’s mic but received nothing but silence.

      So, I continued swimming towards the sand ocean’s surface. Until my visor’s clock read that a half hour had passed. I wasn’t swimming upward. I tried other directions, including down but got nowhere except into more masses of the gray-black particles which was basically quicksand minus the water. With my suit’s compass not picking up direction, for whatever reason, and my bio scanner dead, there was no way of telling how far I was from anybody. A wave of panic shot up through my legs and into my torso: I had probably sunk too deep to sense any direction, unlike an aquatic ocean where a diver could see the least trace of the surface’s light.

      Shelley, I shouted. Commander Jones! Anybody? Can anybody read me? Again, the helmet’s interior speaker released nothing. It occurred to me that we were the next group of victims on

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