Nov 192014
 

Sometimes, half asleep or delirious, like from behind a paper wall we hear in our minds strange words or see strange pictures. Shadows or glimpses of what didn’t happen, won’t happen, wouldn’t happen. Or did it, will it, would it? How could the impossible be possible? How could an ordinary being to comprehend the Impossible and then go back to live an ordinary life? Will this being’s values stay unshattered afterwards?

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The retreat at the Crossroads looked as a giant spaceship mostly buried underground. Like a metallic iceberg the very top of which is just above the surface. In the gaps between blossoming vines travellers could see dull bronze shine of (presumably) an alien contraption, all rivets and elegant curves.

 

Soon the hostess would come out, barefoot, ageless, long worn dress with unearthly patterns, platinum blond hair in a messy bun. She would offer a cup of herbal tea at a wooden table in a wild lush garden. Her mysterious blue eyes would carefully study you. If you are lucky she would offer a room to stay.   Inside you’ll find aged red damask fabric on the walls, plenty of dull bronze-like metal and other discolored leftovers of once opulent alien interior. The hostess will talk to you a bit. Be honest because lying won’t work. Be honest and you might hear a story or two of travelling between worlds, of danger and laughter, of friendship and love. She will talk to you because she is waiting and had been waiting for a very long time. She need to know when a right person will knock on her oval alien door.

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Oct 062014
 

You can’t have a good quality sci-fi story with mistakes like this. The Moon turned to be an “iron chicken” screaming and flapping its wings in the vacuum of space! Plus quite a few other ridiculous details including the wrong age of the Moon. How this is supposed to teach our kids to like science?

Moral dilemmas are very important but even they became so repetitive! By the way, our kids already left the audience despite most of us admiring Peter Capaldi as the new Doctor and Jenna Coleman as his assistant. The parents will be leaving soon too if the series won’t improve. And they could improve.

I am sure there is plenty of excellent new writers ready to take over and recreate the series which would inspire both young and old. Pose completely new important and controversial problems. Tell us about Earth history or new discoveries in physics – realistically, please. We really need something fresh and different, not just endless repetition of themes from previous episodes plus deep disregard of modern science.

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Oct 072011
 

Alexandra Cook

Two figures in spacesuits watching a sunset over the hills, mountains, canyons, dunes and plains of Mars. An illustration for an unfinished chapter in my Russian sci-fi novel (http://www.proza.ru/2008/12/10/483). The text on the painting is from my Martian poem (http://stihi.ru/2008/12/05/1270). As the picture has silver and gold paint it is useful to see it under different angles:
https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9_qAlm2TIuxNoFjBzixxfQ?feat=directlink
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The painting is done with acrylic paint and ink, in a hardboard.

  • Painting
  • Acrylic
  • 38 x 68 x 0.5 cm
  • Impressionism
  • Fantasy
  • October 4, 2011
  • October 7, 2011
  • canyon, fantasy, illustration, mars, mountains, sun, sunset, sci-fi , space suits, red planet
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