Tyler Fernandez
Bio
Twenty-five year old Denver resident.
Full time cycling professional and part time writer.
Stories (2/0)
The Cosmonaut
A cosmonaut found himself floating calmly in the void of space. He was relaxed, his fingers locked behind him, cradling his helmet, legs crossed and supported by one another. He drifted freely and at ease through the endlessness. At this particular moment he was half awake, suspended between waking reality and altered levels of consciousness. Spending so long drifting had allowed the spaceman to become not only an explorer of the cosmos but also of his mind. He had become skillful at manipulating his mind and perceptions on higher and expansive levels. His current state was one of his favorite places to be mentally; it was a fun swinging feeling between two worlds, on one end reality, on the other his own unconscious, a plethora of worlds. A blurred line between what was, and what wasn’t. But he was not interested in either of these polar points currently. He was busy examining his state suspended of perception, observing, thoroughly, all around him, the void.
By Tyler Fernandez6 years ago in Futurism
The Watchmaker
Tick. “Damn clock…” Once again I found myself in that same hallway. It's seemingly never-ending rows of foggy windowpanes shifted in and out of the corners of my eyes as I continued my anxious gait down the red-carpeted floors. These hallways were so long. Like instances and stretches of life. Hours flowed like seconds here. I was used to it by now, this dream had been with me since my father’s condition had gotten worse. I had become accustomed to gazing into these windows. I would stand there for what seemed like a lifetime in this dream watching the events play out before my eyes. Lives, people, things I knew, things past, and things to come, things that could have been, and things that will never be. My timeline stretched across this maze of windows.
By Tyler Fernandez6 years ago in Futurism
