EVE Fiction

Stars reflect deeply into a glistening eye, the lid gently closes producing a tear. The eye gazes out once more, trying, failing to take in the radiant beauty of the cosmos. She is suspended in space and time, like a foetus with the combined suns of the universe serving as her a womb.


Floating in an endless stream of stars.


Bliss for the first time.


She is brought close to a field of twinkling lights, they are like stars, not stars, closer still. Burning wrecks. Those that have mobility use it to limp away from each other. Some are still breaking apart and spilling out fire, oxygen and human beings from their depths.

She wakes up. Her eyes slowly open. An unconventional reaction to such nightmarish visions, if truth be told given the circumstance of this reality, she preferred the dream.

Her room vibrates constantly; the gentle pulse of the ship is soothing despite the cold angular Caldari design ethic. They are in deep space recon for the corp, on the lookout or any wrecks turning up, desperation has pushed them into lowsec. Concord does not know these regions, the pirates do.

I'm difficult if not impossible to offend! If you see anything sloppy and awkward or badly written it's because I don't know what I'm doing and I need help. I'll have a few more whiskies then I'll write something good.

Eko do like crayons