Chris’ Journal

Christopher Morris is a main character in my Al Clark Series. My current WIP is a short story depicting the journal he kept while alone and stranded on the Colonial Starship Excalibur.

He was ushered onto the ship at the last minute, and didn’t get the traditional tour awarded the other colonists before launch. The extent of his knowledge is what he can remember of the lottery brochures he saw before boarding, and the information gained from his mother who is somewhere aboard the starship.

When his Hiber-pod spits him out, he finds himself alone on an old and silent ship. Chris will spend almost a year trapped in the Habitat Ring of the massive vessel, with few clues about where the ship is or the fate of the people aboard. His search for an elusive key card is keeping him from entering the rest of the ship to get answers.

This drawing is from his journal. It is a means of relating his memory of the ship to his journal entries.

Al Clark-Earth (Book Four)

At last, the first draft of the newest addition to the Al Clark Series is complete. I struggled toward the end, but persevered. No good story will allow me to quit. Now begins the task of proofreading before sending it out to be edited. This is the fun part. The story is recorded. That is what counts.

Al Clark (Book One)

The adventure begins:

AL CLARK
Standing at the top of a grass covered hill, with a sweet smelling breeze at his back, he reveled in the bright morning sunshine of a perfect spring day. Jagged heights filled the horizon as the sun hoisted itself up and kissed the mountain tops.

In the valley below, a small idyllic village was shaking off the night and was well into the process of beginning a new day. The faraway villagers appeared to be enjoying the day as much as he. Someone was running up the hill towards him, yelling something—a couple of words over and over; maybe a name, maybe a warning?

He cupped his ears with his hands to better hear what the person was saying, but the sounds came muffled and distorted; carried away by the wind. The person got closer and closer, arms and legs pumping, and the words began to get clearer until just on the verge of understanding, the scene turned a blinding white and then quickly—faded to black.

See where this enticing tidbit leads. A longer sample is available here:

Jonathan G. Meyer Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Jonathan-G.-Meyer/e/B00OPEO91I

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