Illustrations and Short Stories
“Kill them! Kill them all!”
They fled into the dark forest. The battle for their village was lost. The horrors of Drronk’s past had come to the place he thought he had been safe for the first time in his life.
“Noooo! Not that way!” Her scream drowned in his fear.
Raaaaaawrrrrr!!! Hideous fangs cut towards him, claws flashed in the darkness. He lifted his sword.
Decades had gone by since anyone had been there. Now humanity was back on the moon, and this time for good.
Ronson and Beakon started the work immediately. They were going to build a self sufficient ecosystem. Everything they needed for the sphere was in the craft. They were ready, a new world was about to be created.
“Look!” Ronson said. Something came flying through space. A kangaroo shaped monster from the direction of Jupiter.
“Oh my… It’s headed for earth!”
The creature landed on the little ball which was the home they had left. Big claws sunk into land and sea. It lifted is hand…
The journey had been hard and long, and the bridge finally stood before him. Long, winding. Unsafe. The wond howled around the rocks, and the shadows were already grown long.
He had come too late.
ON the top of the rocks on the other side a dark figure observed him attently. He didn’t care anymore. He had come too far to care, he had gone too far not to act. His house, his family. They were all gone anyway.
He took a step out on the bridge. The bridge he had walked so many times before, so long ago. It was the same bridge, but it sounded different. He walked on…
“I told you, nothing is unreachable!” Marshal grinned.
“We still have some blocks to climb, though,” John replied catching breath.
“Always so negative,” Marshal laughed. “We’re already…”
One of the blocks moved in a distance. It rose. Two red eyes shone towards them. A stone giant of cubic shapes, just like the blocks around them. Like the one underneath them. Another stood up. Then another. And another.
“We got to get away from here…”
Two red eyes lit on the rock in front. The ground under their feet trembled…
The sun was piercing through the morning mist, the world awaking. Little birds were singing, insects looking for the day’s first meal. A little butterfly was coming straight towards him. It was surrounded by a strange glow. Magic.
It flew up in front of his face and stopped in mid air. Hovered for a while. He rubbed his eyes, opened them again.
It had the the face and body of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her naked body shone of sensuality and lust. She stared at him with intense, big eyes.
-What… What are you? He stuttered.
-I was about to ask you the same thing, she answered, smiling a curious little smile. -What are you doing here?
He didn’t know what to say. What was he doing there? What happened last night? He didn’t remember much, but it sure had been fun. He looked around. He was in some overgrown garden. He couldn’t tell where.
-I… I guess I’m lost, he said.
-You look lost, she chuckled. Her words sunk into his hung over nerves, like she was telling him a deep truth about his life.
-Oh my God, what is that?
-It’s coming this way!
-Run! Run for your lives!
She viewed out on the creatures who had created what she had become.
Rooooaaaaarrrr!!!
People fled in panic, away from the mass coming up from the sea. A polar bear condemned into exile, fused with all kinds of artificial waste. A radioactive plastic monster.
Andrew froze, unable to believe his eyes. He had known ever since his teenage years there would be consequences of mankind’s destruction, and now he was staring it in the eyes. A barrel knocked him down. Plastic bags stuck to his face, around his arms and body…
