The Future was dark. He had seen it. It was darker than the present, even worse than the past. In … More
A child is playing on the ground. He’s running around on the open field, laughing, screaming. His mother is watching from the porch. A beautiful spring day. He’s ground so fast, become so agile.
She looks up. A bird is circling, far above. A big bird. It makes her feel unsafe.
She calls her little son. He doesn’t listen, he’s too busy running around.
The child is further away now. Further away from the threat, though not far enough. Hunger tears her stomach. Her mate is watching the nest. Their eggs. She knows he’s hungry too, and this one would be enough for them both… (more)
Monson! Look a this!
Monson walked over to the screen connected to the main telescope. An image of Venus was showing.
-It’s Venus. What about it?
-Look! Carl changed the image to the temperature visuals, zoomed a bit in.
-That’s strange… Monson zoomed in a bit more. There seemed to be new volcanic activity all over the northern hemisphere.
-Keep an eye on it. I’ll go… The phone called. Monson picked it up. -Aha. Really? On Mars too? That’s truly… (more)
An oil company has found oil in the Cameroon wilderness. A tribe is living there, and the company decides to … More
You can read the story here. It has been rewritten. Witches Brew (audio narration)
The sun was going down, painting the sky in a thousand colours reflected in the beautiful landscape below. In the city streetlights were coming on, one by one as the shadow of the hills slowly crept through the quarters. They could see the fields where they played as children, the mountains. The ocean. The vast sea stretching out, seemingly with no end. She had always dreamt of the ocean, the unknown beyond the waves.
Maybe some day he would take her.
They had been sitting there for a long time now, just staring into eternity. Feeling the silence. Breathing. Existing.