Block breakers are short stories, random ditties for which the only real purpose is to write something, anything when Writer’s Block strikes. Quality, verbosity, fidelity, consistency – not of these words apply. Just write or die.
It fell to second engineer William Hardaway, the future of all. Never in the history of man had so much rested on one person.
“Will you do it?” Susan Ashcroft asked, she was a young lean shrewd looking woman who’s intent gaze locked onto William.
The elder man cleared his throat, and stroked the unkempt site beard that wrapped round his face. “You ask too much,” he finally said, his voice raspy and breathless betraying some excitement at the offer he was being made.
“I ask nothing, I’m just the messenger,” Susan said with mild annoyance, “You are in control for now.”
“You’re asking me to die,” William stated.
“A noble death, all of creation depends on your choice, you have control,” Susan said.
“A noble death,” William mused stroking his unkempt beard again, “Yes. I can do that.”
“Then press the button,” Susan said, “Save us all.”
Deep within the bowels of the derelict spaceship orbiting Sol, a beaten and bloody William dragged himself to the engine console.
“You can do it,” Susan encouraged him, her image flickering in the air.
“For Earth, for Humanity,” William said and then screaming against the pain he reached out with both arms and pulled the levers that would finish the core overload. Alarms rattled off.
“You need to point the engines at the Sol, quickly there isn’t much time,” Susan said urgently.
William pulled himself up further, fighting the pain, the fatigue and the darkness encroaching on his vision, he pushed further along the console and pushed a button labelled ‘port thrusters’, the ship rocked and heaved.
“Thank you,” Susan said looking down. It was the last thing William heard before he passed out.
Just a thousands miles above Sol, the space ship rotated round, and then it’s engines exploded sending a wave of energy powered by an explosion made up of exotic particles. The wave hit the Sol, the Earth’s sun. As the explosion hit the plasma it became super heated.
One hundred and fifty million miles away, eight minutes at light speed, the people of the Earth celebrated as the dimness felt across the world faded and light started to stream again. It had been three months since the sun had begun to cool, and the apocalypse was nigh, but William Hardaway had saved them all.
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