Odyssey_The Warmth of Angels_Sunderland_The Ark
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Odyssey
Its the year 2047、 Earth has plunged into chaos as a bioweapon was released on US soil by North Korea, killing more than half of the citizens. US responded by raining nuclear hell on the east, leaving a fraction of the population in The South of Korea,Japan and China,who are affected by radiation. India suffered the biggest drought of their history, causing a famine...half a billion people lost their lives. Africa United to form The Great Coalition and waged war on the England,France and Portugal claiming their resources and land as revenge for slavery. The North pole melted, plunging Canada...
The Warmth of Angels
Icy winds clawed at Marcus Clodius. Though several layers of clothing covered him from head to toe, he was freezing. He slugged his way through the snow, trewww.onedoor.cckking through a clearing that ran through the woods where a road once was. Whatever remained of it after so many years of dejection lay buried deep beneath the snow.Almost as soon as Marcus laid down his tracks, the wind covered them with a new layer of snow. It bore against his face. He tried to duck into his coat, but only managed to direct the wind slightly higher on his face.The snow crunched under the weight of his boots. It covered ...
Sunderland
Story abridged to fit word count: The USS Basilosaurus— “Basilo”—glided seamlessly into the opening of the passage known as Dolly’s Cathedral. The Seawolf Class submarine was one of about a half-dozen ‘cancelled’ units that the United States had re-commissioned in secrecy. Among those stationed aboard the Basilo was Lieutenant Stefan Kuzmin.Lt. Kuzmin fingered the wax from his ear—a dreadful orange color—as he stared mindlessly into the mirror. His face was murky and pale. He had been aboard the Basilo for several months and felt every minute of it on his expression. He wasn’t sure if it was...
The Ark
“Is the world crying, Daddy?”Aaron stared through fly-specked glass at the grey, foggy drizzle. Ninety days straight, they hadn’t seen the sun. The damn fog had followed them from San Francisco. Nevada was supposed to be hot. Sunny. A desert, for God’s sake.They’d moved inland after Sam’s mother died. Aaron had always hated winter at the coast. Freezing rain. Ice-rimed streets. But, since the change, it was the same everywhere. Aaron’s head was stuffed with cotton wool. He was never dry or warm. The bed-sheets were cold and clammy when he crawled in at night.“Is it?”His son’s words finally pen...