A creepy short story I wrote awhile back. So basically the story is called "Martian Mana" Abandoned by his fellows, the lone Astronaut on Mars slowly descends into madness. Beset by all sorts of problems such as hunger, asphixiation and lonliness. But the Old Gods of Mars, always provide for their faithful.
Wrote it a while ago, but I'm posting it here for you all to enjoy and critique.
Long since I have abandoned here, on this dead desolate rock known as Mars A crew of six: four males, including myself, and two females. First of the Homo sapiens species to set foot on another world. Collect samples of Martian dirt and rock. Set up a base of operations and explore. Oh sure, we planted the United Nations flag. Oh yes, a symbol of the unity between men. That we have evolved past our bestial nature. And yet I was left behind. I, the best and brightest of the bunch, was left behind. A storm had destroyed much of our camp as we attempted lift off, ripping apart the few buildings…save for one where we attempted growing plants. My so called colleagues saw it fit to leave me behind. To starve to death? Die of asphyxiation? I don't know.
I was always the most intelligent of my class. Oh yes! Leagues ahead of both my peers and those meddlesome teachers. Always needing to be corrected. I accepted a scholarship to one of the most prestigious of universities back on Earth. I hoped to become a great astronaut. An explorer, helping mankind reach the next stage of evolution. And what did it get me? Eternal exile on this god forsaken rock.
I returned to what was left of our dilapidated camp, the tiny hut. I've long since lost track of the days and weeks since I've been here. I miss greenery and the songs of birds. I've decided to keep a log of my existence as the first Martian (ha!) for all others to see of my plight.
I have been here for over a week now. Surely, someone must be looking for me by now. I pray that they find me.
Sure, I've got plenty to eat. The little plots of cabbage and potatoes have been growing well. And from what little filtration equipment that survived the storm, I was able to procure just enough water. But meat! Oh, how miss the delicious scent of meat. I remember oh so many years back as a boy. How my father would take me hunting for deer. Stalking the wild steed, rifle in hand. Oh yes, I remember that. The excitement of the blast, bringing the animal down, and collecting its meat. But there's none of that here. No deer, no cows, no birds. No anything.
An unusually eventful day today. Perhaps Mars wasn't so dead at one point in its history. In On one of my dozen or so walks on the planet, I seem to have come across a small carving of some sort. It was a strange looking, greenish creature. Yet, vaguely reminiscent of an Egyptian pharaoh, a sort of cruelness and yet a magnificent little thing. I picked up the statue and carried it with me and continued my trek. You can just only imagine my surprise that further in, I came across a temple. Oh yes! A temple. A curious find, one that certainly had me curious. Intrigued.
Upon further investigation of the structure, I'm sure certain it must have been be millions of years old. Mars must have had a sentient race of beings older than man. I was forced to put off my investigation until tomorrow, as the distinctive sound of another storm could be heard on the horizon. But I must admit. I feel something drawing me back to the house. Possibly a sense of scientific curiosity, or perhaps there's something else drawing me back. Beckoning my return.
I couldn't put off an investigation any longer. I decided that I would do my best to retrace my steps through the barren wasteland to find that very temple that has been occupying my mind as of late. Strangely, it didn't take as long to find it again, as it was like I was being guided to exact spot as the previous day.
Collecting my courage, I approached the old temple. Admittedly, I was surprised at the ease of which I approached. Using my flashlight, I was shocked and amazed to see various furnishings. Of statues of odd creatures, pots, and carvings, all of priceless value. The placed was filled with offerings. I decided to further explore, but not disturb any of the contents within. Though my fear, I note much later from the safety of this hut, still has yet to subside.