Black Hole — Christopher Charles

The ‘Being' occupied most of the room. "No, it's floating filaments did," she thought. The condensed pinkish core, where the emotion was coming from, was two meters in diameter. The rest of the ‘Being' was feeling the room and approaching her. A long wispy part of the ‘Being' touched her fabric.
Immediately recoiling, she found herself going out the skin of the ship. She stopped abruptly. The scene in front of her became even more terrifying than one behind her. They were piercing the black hole. The event horizon became only a blur. She was forced back to the hull of the ship. She felt her essence spreading over the metal surface. She could not move finding herself becoming hypnotized by the slow whirling blackness in front of her. Lasting seconds, but her senses stretched it into a lifetime. In slow motion, they blasted through the hole, and out into the blackness on the other side, or was it?