APH: The Same Stars: Chapter 1Alfred
I bite my lip as I pick up the newspaper, a little nervous about what’s gonna be the front headline. It was either a Soviet success, a Soviet failure, an American success, or an American failure. Lots of crazy things had happened ever since Sputnik and Kaputnik. I mean crazy with a capital C. Nuh-uh, we don’t like those Commies over there one bit. I allow myself a glance, and I’ll admit, I’m surprised that nothing concerning the so-called “Space Race” is up there. The stuff on the front page was mostly about the racial protesting going on in Washington. That was important too, but my life is strictly focused on the U.S being number one again. ‘Course, now they have an idea of what space life is kinda like. The training shouldn’t be as hard as Mercury was. I didn’t try Mercury, just ‘cause I was a little unsure at first. I’m a pilot, I’m just not as good as some of the guys who were being tested.
Sure, I work
PRIZE: GerCan Circus Oneshot“Gilbert, are you sure zhis ischt ze right vay?”
Gilbert Beilschmidt looks over at his brother Ludwig and rolls his eyes.
“Kesesesese! Of course, ze awesome me never fails!” He replies cheerfully.
“Damn it! Keep both hands on ze vheel!”
“Stop it, Vest! I’m fine.” Gilbert huffs and steers the car into a turn.
Gilbert had wanted to take Ludwig to the circus. That was the last thing the serious German needed, but Gilbert was insistent, so he had to go. He kept regretting his decision at every turn on the road.
“Okey, ve’re here!”
Ludwig rolls his eyes and gets out, patting the tickets he had kept for Gilbert in his pocket. His brother seemed excited, and he had no idea why. After all, it was just a circus. Circuses really bored him to death, but he didn’t have the heart to tell Gilbert no. They both walk inside and suddenly they’re both overwhelmed with the smell of popcorn.
“Mmmm. Zhat smells good,
APH: My Rocket Exploded“START THE COUNTDOWN!” Alfred yells.
“Sir, yes, sir!” Feliciano gives a salute and starts chanting. “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5…”
“IGNITION SEQUENCE START!!!” Alfred shouts, covering his ears and ducking for cover.
“4, 3, 2, 1, zero!”
He squeezes his eyes shut and punches a button. Smoke billows out from under Alfred’s model, and Feliciano yelps. But Alfred is grinning like he just won the Kentucky Derby.
But nothing happens.
Slowly, the grin slides off Alfred’s face. His blue eyes widen, and he’s still covering his ears. The rocket is still for a moment, and then a mini explosion rocks the patch of grass called the landing pad. Little chunks of wood fly out in different directions, and smoke billows out from the rocket lying stiffly in the grass. Alfred swears under his breath and slowly walks over, picking up the rocket. He bites his lip and glances up at Feliciano, both of their faces streaked with soot and