Updated version of the story.

The chances of getting out of this alive are none.

I wrote this fan-poem about space and how terrifying it can be. Please read and review (to be honest, I really didn't know what to write for the summary...)

As Ryan Stone catapults towards Earth, Cpt Benjamin Miles and his crew desperately try to find the best way to deal with the situation until they are eventually presented with the most stunning moment of their lives. (potentially anti-climatic, now that I have written that...)

Kowalski enjoys the view as he orbits the Earth. One-shot. Please read&review.

3 years after the crash Ryan Stone sits in a bar. "And where were you when the satellites crashed?" A small idea that took a mind of it's own.

This is my take on what happened to Ryan Stone after she landed. I needed some closure.

"what do you like most about being up here?" "the silence."-— it's funny how things turn on you.

Poem: "All right, the way I see it, there's only two possible outcomes. Either I make it down there in one piece and I have one hell of a story to tell...or I burn up in the next ten minutes. Either way, whichever way...no harm, no foul. Because either way...it'll be one helluva ride."

Matt tells Doctor Stone another one of his tall tales. One-shot.

A poem based on Ryan's character development throughout the film.

Ryan finds herself safely back on Earth after the adventure of a lifetime. Her senses are going wild with the new sights around her. She made it, she's alive, but how much is real and how much are visions from the adrenaline pumping through her veins?

Gravity. Ryan no ha llorado y no quiere llorar, pero no puede evitarlo. 155W.