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The night was uneventful after his odd dream. Erik studied the stars and mapped the meteor showers. High tech slow motion cameras caught everything on film that could be seen from one end of his sky to the other. He would have more time to pour over the details later. With all this equipment Erik was able to just relax and enjoy the show himself. The equipment would capture everything he needed. He settled into his chair...
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It was now 11:33pm... and Erik suddenly woke up. He was wide awake. As though he hadn't been sleeping at all. The coffee machine wouldn't be starting for another few minutes and the alarm wouldn't be ringing for at least 15 minutes or so. But he felt awake. Wide awake. More awake than he'd felt in a very long time, as he typically only slept a few hours a night and worked incessantly.
Erik sat up in the chair and looked...
Stars and Stripes (Working Title) 2
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It was on a Monday after locking himself away for 10 days solid that Erik decided to come up for air. It was a cool evening and the stars were just coming out. He hopped in his trusty Dodge Ram, packed full of star gazing equipment, and headed up the mountain on Hwy 2 to his cabin in the Angeles Crest Mountains. He was receiving enough income from his books, published works, and speaking engagements that he didn't have to...
Stars and Stripes (Working Title) 1
In and around you is a world you've never seen, but you always knew it was there. It wasn't obvious to your physical senses but you've had the feeling that there was more. You never really understood it, never knew what to believe. There are so many opinions. So many documentaries. So many "sightings". What do you believe?
Eric Schelding didn't know what to believe either. It was the summer after his last year of college. He...
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