bluh bluh terrible story I wrote for english class.

thought someone might like it

The Astronaut and His Thoughts

It has been five days since I have crash landed on this planet. The nights here are long, judging by the orbit of the planet… My oxygen is running low, and my radio has been destroyed, along with the rest of my vessel… Burst into flames, due to the Hydrogen in the atmosphere. I can't ignite a signal flare without the risk of an explosion. I don't know where I am. It's too foggy to see. The ground is dusty, like ash, footsteps agitate the ground and further distort my vision… I have nothing to do but think. Think until I either choke, or the gods bless me and I get rescued.
It's the best thing you CAN do, here, think… With no food or water or ways to contact the other members of the fleet, it's the only guarantee I don't lose my mind.
My species has overpopulated its home planet, so we have been colonizing other planets for more rooms. We have increased our territory by leaps and bounds. However, now we're expanding too quickly and the economy and technology can't keep up. Fleets are traveling too far out into the great beyond, losing signal on their radars, and pilots everywhere are crashing onto unknown planets, much like I have right now… Oh, Sorry, Am I rambling? You're the only person here willing to listen to my thoughts, the last thing I'd want is for you to get bored and leave.
Oh, I'm not boring you?
…
Oh, you actually find this very interesting? Okay then! I'm very flattered, I'll continue talking. Ahem…
So, yeah. Based on what's happening, there's really no hope for me! But I'm not very scared, we're famous for our loyalty for each other. The other boys liked me a lot, I'm sure that they'll notice I've disappeared. I'm, really, not as scared for myself than I am my family. I have a wife; beautiful, she is, tentacles in her hair, her bioluminescent green eyes pierce the darkness like a torch.
Torches, please don't talk about those right now. Simply saying that could make the atmosphere ignite.
Anyway, I am still proud to this day for meeting her in the thick rainforest, managing to befriend her. Her and I have actually found a few cures for several foreign diseases, not just on our home planet, either! Her and I helped establish friendly relations to several different planet colonies by curing millions of their civilians from horrible diseases. Yuck.
But, alas, I may not see her again, stuck here. Her sensitive gray skin will hopefully pick up my distress. Yes! Her skin is so sensitive it can feel emotions! My lovely wife, she's like a work of art.
Huh, that's strange, wasn't it darker a minute ago? From the rotation speed of the planet, I was guessing its night would be at least a month long. Oh, gods, what will happen at daytime? I hope it doesn't combust.
….I can see my hands, too. This is getting strange. The night could not be this short, the orbit is too wide, and the rotation too slow… I'm hundreds of miles away from home, It's impossible for me to have landed on my planet. hm.
Unless the magnetic fields disrupted the signal. Might as well start looking around with the newfound light rather than moping! Nothings impossible unless it becomes impossible.

"It took me several days but I finally managed to come back home- or, at least, to a small town, with not many ways to contact other cities, but they at least had a broken teleporter that I fixed. When I did get back to my city, I contacted my beloved family, and the army base that I worked at. My radio and spaceship were shoddily put together, according to the engineers - not even bolted together, but welded. The radar was acting screwy because we were too close to home for it to make adequate signals, and the fog was too thick to make correct calculations. Heh, needless to say, I quit the army after that."
" After arriving home, I retold my story to friends, who told their friends, until it swept across the motherland. The tale of a man almost dying on his own planet due to shoddy equipment encouraged the redesign of several weapons, shuttles, and space uniforms, revolutionizing the materials used in the process. Expedition captains were wary to not venture too far into uncharted territories and planets; afterwards the number of missing peoples and casualities greatly decreased as the number of colonized planets slowly increased. I was given full credit for being the one to encourage a revision of current technology."
My grandkids sat in front of me in awe as I told my short, albeit interesting, story of crashing onto an unknown planet, only to find out it was my own. It has a deep moral, doesn't it? We could spend years trying to search for something only to find that the solution was at plan A. I suggest you take that advice, friend, and treat great problems with a grain of salt, lest unnecessary complications will shade your sense of reason. I definitely know that's how I led my way of life after that incident.