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Literature
Crash Landing I wrote this little story inspired by this art piece. Enjoy! By Alan Craddock, 1984 “Ughn...” The brunet man grunted in frustration as he pulled his head out from underneath the control panel and got up to his feet. His yellow uniform had burn scars and grease on it. “...how bad is it?” The woman standing nearby asked, wearing a uniform like his own. The man looked at his auburn-haired compatriot. Her gray eyes bore into him, and her arms were crossed. “Well...” He waved his wrench at the control panel. “Engines are shot. Radio is recoverable, but I will need time to repair it.” “So essentially, we're...” “To use an ancient Earth phrase, we are boned.” Charles Terrence announced. “Terrific.” Jennifer Anderson sighed, uncrossing her arms. “How long do you need to fix the radio?” “Could take a couple hours.” Charles said, grabbing a red box by its handle and placing it on the control panel. Jennifer nodded. “Alright, I'll take a look around, see what further damage we