In terms of journalism or content writing, the best sample I currently have is not in the form of an article but as a video. It was done for a class project but it goes over the idea of video game narratives. It's a style I'm still working on but would love to finetune: https://youtu.be/DuNFZExSrpw As for creative/fiction writing, I'd say that my currently best sample is a story called Nightfall: ***Hour: Zero*** As empty as it is, the void’s so mesmerizing. I feel stuck watching it, as we speed past planets and glittering stars. Little twinkles of light decorated the black void, but with our speed, some appeared more like small dashes, like someone was scribbling on paper. A circular pane of glass protected me from the void, and in it, was myself. Sure, I was translucent, but the scruffy detail of my dirty blonde hair was still clear as day, alongside the crinkle on my face from my hand burying in it. It was relaxing. When I was little, I heard of this time of day called “night” from intergalactic tourists, where it’s dark for a period thanks to their local sun. However, my home planet, Amalga, has two suns, spaced perfectly for this “night” never to happen. Still, they were pictured so peacefully, I always wondered how they felt. The endless sea of space, in all its dark glory. Would that be enough to be considered night? “Caesar!” I hum at the call of my name, spinning to meet the sender: my mother. One arm rested on her hip, with one eyebrow cocked up and her lips slanted. Did I zone out too much? “Hey, Mum. Sorry.” She squats onto the adjacent seat before replying, causing her bright sunlight hair to slightly bounce. “You okay, honey?” “I’m fine. Just admiring the night, is all.” If I had kept my eyes on her, I bet I’d have witnessed a new level of confusion. “Caesar, dear… night? We’re still in the middle of space.” “Oh… right. My bad. Sorry, it’s been on my mind for a bit.” A gentle pressure was applied to my shoulder. I whipped around to meet a brightly lit smile. “I know what you mean,” her voice made it feel like I was six again, being tucked in bed, “I remember when I first left Amalga. Sure, the destination was where all the excitement was, but for me, being closer to the stars while in deep space was worth it.” I chuckled, remembering the stories she used to tell before bed. After a bit of chitchat, I questioned Mum on what she needed earlier during my break from reality. “Oh right! Your father wants to show you something in the cockpit. C’mon!” Suddenly, I’m pulled out of my seat, protesting her to slow down. Before we even left the dining hall, the lights disappeared. ***Hour: One*** Dad’s face was scrambled. Hope reflected through his eyes but his teeth were grinding at the ship’s status. Systems were failing left and right, yet also reviving at the same time. Did we hit an anomaly? Or did we get hijacked? Dad reassured that we’ve been alone in our bubble for ages. Gloom still washed over me, but as I return to the dining hall, it’s swept away by one glance out the window. The gentle whispers of space blanketed me. Lights flicker around me as I face the fridge. “I sure hope the food’s okay.” I grasp the handle before throwing the fridge door towards me. Everything was there, of course, but I soon realize the missing piece. The groan that followed was muffled into my palms. I then flip through my WristTech to phone Dad. “Yo.” His tone didn’t sound too hot. “Dad, the fridge lost power. What do you want me to do?” “Grab what you can, and hull it to the cockpit. Maybe things can stay stable if we redirect power to fewer sources.” I hum in agreement, pulling the nearest cooling box to me for throwing the food in. ***Hopefully, this stays on, or we’ll have bigger problems.*** Eventually, I made my way back to the front, throwing the cooler box between my parents as I took my seat behind them. “Thanks, son. If you don’t mind, can you stay up here?” I couldn’t see his face, but his slumped head told me all I had to know. “Of course,” I gaze at the stars above, and I began to sulk, “Will we be okay?” Mum’s chair turned for her to place a hand on my knee. “Of course, we will. Your dad found out we’re not that far from the planet Despa. Maybe there, we can rest and properly figure out what’s going on.” I glance up at my dad, who’s flipping several switches around the console before uttering, “Alright, I redirected most of the power to life support and necessary ship functions. Hopefully, things will even out.” “Honey, look.” Mum called out, and we all turned to the window. There was an odd shimmer previously unseen: a huge chunk of metal. A few more pieces joined up with their sibling. My eyes grew wide. “Did- Did someone mess with the ship? What happened?” Something hit our ship. I could hear Dad’s breathing speeding up. I watch as Mom moves closer to him, wrapping her arms over him. The atmosphere slowed down. “Korey, it’ll be okay.” Her voice was but a whisper, and so was his. “Dawn, I don’t know what to do.” “Then, we’ll just have to make do.” ***Hour: Three*** Despa was in sight but the ship was slower than a reboot. We kept losing power. We couldn’t wrap our minds around it. Dad made several attempts in sending a distress signal but the power kept cutting him off. I think he gave up after a while. Despite the shimmer of hope that remained in his eyes, I saw more despair. On the other hand, Mum sat with her arms wrapped around me. I admit, it felt nice, but every so often, I’d feel her grip tighten just so slightly. I continued observing the void. A fire kindled inside of me, but it wasn’t as strong as before. I grew wary of the night, as stress enveloped my family. I just wanted it to end. “Dad,” I waited until he turned his head in response, “When are we going to get there?” “Caesar, I’m sorry. I don’t know. I promise we’ll get there. I just wish it wasn’t taking this long, and your mum and I can’t check the physical hull. It’s not safe, but I still believe we can make it. Trust me.” He wore a smile as he spoke, but it felt off. It wasn’t confident, and I was losing mine. “It’s okay. You know, I found the view of space to be comforting during this trip. Maybe it’ll help you two?” My energy beamed through to them, as they faced toward the skylight. Stars continued to sparkle in the dark void they called home. Specks of planets were barely visible, but in the center, laid Despa, in all its grey hues (I heard that its sky was full of clouds, barely making room for any sunlight). Our current destination. Mum perked up. “Yea, it kinda is,” Suddenly, her embrace felt like home. She planted her lips softly underneath my hairline. “We’ll get there, I promise.” ***Hour: Five*** Any sign of getting to Despa were lost. We were barely moving, if at all. So much for the power divergence. I was losing my breath. I wanted to call out to Dad, still as he was in his chair, but I didn’t want to waste any air. Mum warned me, in case our life support started to fail, so I could continue breathing. She stood still too. Was she asleep? I couldn’t tell at this point. Chills went down my spine. I braced my body, scurrying for any warmth that remained. I slid over to Dad, shaking his shoulders. No response. My heart sank. I took another look outside the window. Despa seemed so far away now… The planet was no longer center field. ***Were we drifting now…*** I felt my body grow colder. My voice hitches as I bolt out of the cockpit, and back into the dining hall. I could barely see a thing, with the only light being the stars poking through the lined windows. I lost control of my breathing, gasps choking me by the second. The darkness, the night-like view of space, its comfort was lost. Thoughts of home race in my brain. I want to go back. “Let me… g-go home…” My voice was so hoarse. I fell to the floor, curling my knees up to my chest. Streams of tears wash over my face. There’s nothing we can do. We’re stranded in the middle of space. I had hoped one of Dad’s distress calls was lucky enough to escape, but at this point, no one cared. I couldn’t. At first, I thought the night was a time of peace. It’s what I’d been told anyway. Right now though, I wanted nothing more than to see a crack of sunlight. Please just let this nightmare end.

H/FC is innovative in the way it helps college students and graduates break into their desired industry.