It has been 32 years since humanity had escaped the planet Earth for good. Centuries of civilisation depending on the natural resources meant that by 23rd century , surface of the Earth resembled the cities after World War 3. Mighty Jungles and raging rivers had disappeared from the face of the earth , only to remained as display sets in the art museums. Winds blowing at near Cat 5 hurricanes swept everything on the surface with relentless energy.
Writers’ Journal
Writers’ Journal
Writers’ Journal #85 – Blackjack
McRiley was a professional gambler , or that was what he liked to portray himself as to other. But internally and among his cloest friends and family , he was a loser. Aside from odd winnings here and there , his whole life , he had been a loser. A failure in school , rejected by countless , 30 actually , number of women and didn’t even get past the first stage of the interviews till 30s. Even then , he had to settle for the lowest possible position available. But there was one thing he was proud of and it was blackjack. He regularly patronised a game palour behind the school almost every day after the class had ended and by 20s , he was addicted to gambling.
Writers’ Journal #83 – Sweet Potato
My classmate and I were going back to our homes , we lived next door to each other , when we stumbled upon a stall we never seen before. It must have been the first day it opened for we noticed there were a few baskets of congratulatory flowers at the door. There were a…
Writers’ Journal #82 – Game Over
The sound of the keys from the keyboard being hammered rang loudly from Timmy’s room. It was loud enough for his sister next door who was studying for the coming exam to plug her ears with the tissue papers. Not only the sound of keys , of course , but also the music , fighting sounds from his computer as well. But his family was used to the late night chaos from him.
Writers’ Journal #81 – New World
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.
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 #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.