{ little writing activities }

[minervaminor]

hello! I'm tears; and here are my little writing exercises that I do sometimes ^,^
if you'd like for me to write a little bit about a certain topic, feel free to message me or post it right on here!
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in a quote block on the right side of each post, you will see a little bit of information about the activity.
it will tell you who gave me the idea, the prompt, if it was timed or not, and if it was timed, how much time I had.

thanks so much for checking out my posts!

[minervaminor]

about the topic:
POV of someone floating in space
who gave the prompt?
Virtual Writing Academy #01
timed?
10 minutes

I...I am going to die. there's no way that I'll be able to survive this. I have ten minutes left...before the oxygen runs out. My family, my wife...my children...will this be the way that they want me to go out? I can't...I can't let them down like this. I need to think of a way to fix this. Duct tape isn't an option up here in space. I don't know where my rocket went. And I'm stranded on the moon. One would think that by this day in age that they would have been able to make suits that could hold more than an hour and a half of oxygen, but nooo...they leave me here with barely nothing, and the shuttle has probably already auto-piloted back to Earth.
I can't do this. There's no way that I can cheat this. Cheating...like my little girl used to do whenever we played Uno or Go Fish...she was the brightest in her class, and she could always count the cards. I let her believe that she had psychic powers because she always knew which cards I had in my hands. The smile on her face will be one I can never forget. Those odd and crooked front teeth, the way her eyes shine when I laugh, and that cute little nose...
I hope her older brother will protect her. He's only a sophomore in high school though, so how could he do that? Martha wouldn't want him to drop out...and she has a good job. He can take care of himself and his little sister while his mom is at work. He'll have to. He'll have no other choice.
And my poor, dear, sweet wife Martha. her only job as of now is as a first grade teacher...what will she do when she finds out? How will she handle it? What happens when I don't come back? Oh, dear god I hope she'll be okay...
Okay, I have a little over three minutes left and I have accepted the fact that I am going to die. I'll only have two or three minutes after the oxygen runs out, and I can already feel it getting thin because I'm feeling kinda loopy. May whoever finds this notebook know that I was thinking of my family in my last moments...and let them know that I love them...
But I still have some time left. I can't let everyone think that I'm weak...no, I am strong. This is what I was trained for. I came up here knowing that there was a possibility of this exact thing happening. I have less than a minute now. I can't...I can't write anymore...I'm loosing feeling...oh dear god please no... don't let me go out like this... I need to know if my family can still do well without my income. Please, just let me know that they're okay. Don't let them -- TIME RAN OUT