The Regolith: Sci-Fi / Horror Novel
The Regolith
A Lunar Requiem
Sci-Fi/Horror Novel
They were sent to explore the far side of the Moon. They found something waiting.
"I saw God... and looked in his empty eye sockets..."
Description:
A failed 1986 mission leaves five astronauts stranded on the far side of the Moon. With dwindling resources and growing paranoia, they uncover a terrifying presence buried in the lunar dust — a force that feeds on memory, guilt, and the ghosts of dead explorers...
Intro
- The Abyss...
He sank to his knees exhaustedly, raising a cloud of fine, unsettled dust.
- ...hears...
The momentum of movement and weakened gravity pushed him up, but he kept from tumbling forward. The heavy breathing in the fogged helmet became quite hoarse.
- The Abyss... sees...
The man swept his whitened eyes around him and tried to wipe the frost from his lashes. The whoosh of air escaping through the cracks in the glass became even stronger.
“It couldn't have ended any other way...I knew what I was getting into.”
The astronaut grinned and slowly lowered his unbending hands in visibly shrunken dark gloves. He fumbled for the flaps of the once snow-white spacesuit - the two lower red ones and the two upper ones, blue and metallic - and screwed them shut in turn. The glass cracked harder, but the whoosh of the leak diminished.
- Yeah, okay...
“Just a little more, as instructed...” He smiled and squeezed his eyes shut with force.
The astronaut reached around the oxygen supply hoses by feel and yanked them out with force. The four ends slipped violently out of his hands, snaked and jets of rapidly freezing gas rang out.
But the man realised from the rapidly slowing motion that the oxygen tank was nearly empty as it was.
“Then it's all right...”
There was one last step left...
The man with icy stubble and darkened abrasions on his face inhaled the rest of the air and held his breath. Fingers in dark gloves slowly pulled back the edge of the woven hood and fumbled with the latches of the helmet. The astronaut paused for a moment, a shadow of doom appearing on his icy and almost emotionless face.
- We are all parts of the same whole... - he whispered soundlessly into the void and exhaled the remnants of frozen air from partially punctured lungs.
He undid the latches with his weakening hands....
“I'm coming to you, sweetheart.”
...And lifted his helmet sharply.
Current Progress
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Updated: 31.05.2025
