It has been more than 100 thousand years since the Humanity , of the last remaining , left Earth to venture out into space. The search for new home was the message sold off to the dying , sick and the old that packaged and sent to far away destinations but it was essentially an escape from the dying world. Earth was dying at the end of the 35th century. Smoked filled cities occupied the top layer of the surface while the poor struggled below the metal plate holding the enormous factories. The privileged wined and dined above the clouds with clear view to the artificial surface below using the projections to hide the death and destruction below.
Month: January 2020
Writers’ Journal #80 – Lost in Translations
It was difficult enough walking in the hot desert of upper Egypt in the middle of day but being French and not able to speak with anyone else made it worse. Frances was home sick and bouncing up and down on the camel. He looked down and saw the natives smiling , laughing and wondered why he could be like them. So he started to count the reasons why he was in the country that he had always wanted to visit yet so miserable since he had arrived last week.
Writers’ Journal #79 – Ghost in the Seashell
It all started with Little Tim going to the nearby beach with his mama bright early morning and came back terribly sun burnt. He cried and cried till he peed and pooped in his dipers. He was too young for the pants that granny had given for his 3rd birthday , his mother said. After all the crying , he felt sleepy and gently crawled into his mother arms to rest. There he stayed till the evening came and didn’t even heard his sister coming home from school. He would usually have his snacks later but he was too hungry from running around the beach so he asked for snacks from his sister who was babysitting him.
Writers’ Journal #78 – 4th Law of Robotics
It was the beginning of winter in 2108 that began the downfall of humanity. It all started from an amazingly surprising place. An out-of-place chicken breeder’s house at the outskirt of Istanbul. The breeder lived with her 2 young children , Jenny and her brother Jones. They were one year apart but Jones was taller than her sister even though he was younger.
Writers’ Journal #77 – Murder on the island resort – Part 31
The tunnel went on and on as we walked and after some minutes , we all got depressed again. It seemed that the distance from the island to the mainland wasn’t as short as we initially expected. We should have known better as the boat took more than 30 min to travel the distance and it was speeding pretty fast as well , if I remember correctly.
Writers’ Journal #76 – Murder on the island resort – Part 30
One of us made a hush sound to sign everyone to keep quiet. It was very faint but surely it was a sound of water dropping from the height. We looked around and soon we found a pool of water in the side of the tunnel. Looking up , we also discovered the source of the pool , there is a leak at the top. It was a small leak and didn’t look as if it would break soon so there was no fear of that but where did the water came from? Everyone stopped at silently stared at the sight of water droplets forming and dropping from the top of the tunnel. Then we saw someone moved. General Lee , as we found out from the lights shining on his face as he squatted down , took a sample of the water to his lip.
Writers’ Journal #75 – Murder on the island resort – Part 29
Just as we were about to reach the door to the clock , we heard a loud banging sound from the front. Fearing the worst , I rushed towards and found the door completely locked from the outside. A loud gasp bounced around the tunnel followed by the several softer murmurs. For a few short seconds , we stopped but soon we were taking turns to push the door open. Some of their shoulders and a few by kicking it. It was a while before we took the whole thing in. Someone had not only closed the door but also blocked the grandfather clock with a heavy object so that would not be able to open from inside. The conclusion was the worst possible nightmare for us taking into account that we were not able to reach the other side of the tunnel unlike the one in the dining room.
Writers’ Journal #74 – Murder on the island resort – Part 28
It seemed that in the midst of all the chaos and fear , we have conveniently forgotten that the door behind the wine cabinet in the dining room is in fact , the second secret door that we have discovered in the resort. The first secret door was found behind the grandfather clock on top of the grand stairs connecting lobby to the master bedrooms on the second floor.
Writers’ Journal #73 – Murder on the island resort – Part 27
That was what everyone must have in their minds when the note was read aloud. Without knowing why or how , we could feel the danger closing on us one by one. One thing was clear , there was someone else besides us on the island since all of us left the lobby together into the tunnel. In any case , it would have to be pretty dangerous for any of us to sneak away from the crowd , carry the large pot of flowers and write the note. The ink was still fresh so it must have been written now long ago. Perhaps as recently as when we were having dinner in the kitchen.
Writers’ Journal #72 – Murder on the island resort – Part 26
After exploring the tunnel , we had a quick meal , prepared by tireless Mrs Jamie and her fellow ladies in the kitchen itself. Then we each took a glass of sherry from the wine cabinet and made our way to the lobby for discuss on the tomorrow. Due to the design of the building , it was not a short walk between the kitchen and the lobby. In fact , I noticed the kitchen is nearer to the bedrooms than the main lobby is. In fact , it is directly beneath the bedrooms.