Lawson M. Ray


Sphere

The bedazzled luminosity of the warm early afternoon sky glistened off Peter’s forehead and for the last time, humanity would sweat in the African Sun. He watched the scene of guaranteed disaster unfolding millions of miles away through his telescope. The sky was much darker than it should have been so early in the day…

0500 Hours

Steam rolls around our ship. The capsule’s vibrations are deafening. Metal clangs, aluminum overheats and crackles like popcorn. My own breathing distorts my colleagues’ headsets. And then there’s that commanding voice from millions of miles away. “Five. Four. Three.” The shaking seems endless. We are thoroughly trained astronauts, but something about the combination of waking…

The Drain

When I first moved to the city, I had dreams, delusions some might say, of grandeur. I’d seen influencers and old friends posting about their lavish lifestyles in high-rise, renovated penthouse suites. I’d seen them dining out every meal and partying like it’s 1999 seemingly endlessly. The reality I encountered was quite the opposite –…