The day was unusually bright. The air unusually still. Eric felt the oppressive weight of the heat in his veins. There had been a surge in the amount of cases like Stuart Novach. Like the little girl with the burned arm. Like the people were no longer content with the ways they were being taught,…

Eric is dissatisfied.  He watches the shadow swing back and forth over the nothing spread out before him, and he would much rather be doing anything else.  He flips over onto his back, darkening the tint of his solar visors. He imagines that this must be a lot like night was like. To be able…

After the fires burnt out, all that was left were shells Whispers of smoke escaped their walls every once in a while All day and night, echoes of former life reverberated Reaching far into the wide abyss they once occupied Mountains covered in ash Wind full of the past Abrasive as it erodes what is…

Stuart shields his eyes from the glare of the hot sun. He can hear his uncle now, in a gruff voice that betrayed his loving and tender nature, saying, “You have to remember your glasses.” Well, Stuart hated his glasses. They were unbecoming. Or at least he thought they were. He still wasn’t entirely sure…

The metal shines, but it’s all wrong. The glint of the sun warps, tilts, shifts.  In. Out.  It looks alive. It looks both burning and freezing, like the threat of bodily harm may be worth it. Another light flare disturbs the air, and a great metallic breath is taken. In. Out. A trick of the…