Desolate Era Novels & Stories

Chapter 35: The First Colony of Friction Year Four: The Diaspora of the Dissonant The fourth year of the Paradox was defined by a single, terrifying, and exhilarating word: Expansion. The "Permitted Era" had provided the technology, and the "Fourteenth Frequency" had provided the psychological stability, but it was the restless human spirit that demanded the cradle be left behind. The Earth, once a battlefield of corporate greed, was now a garden of sapphire light, but for the descendants of the Vances and Vanderwalls, a garden was just another type of enclosure.

Jack replied. "Roger, am out." "We have to go look for them Dane." Leslie told the restless boy with her. "I'm fed up with those two. You'll have to go alone. Am heading back to the bus." Dane didn't wait to listen to her anymore as he walked by her, taking the path they had earlier taken, fumbling and cursing at the failed trip, at least to him, the expedition is a failed experience. _________________

The place is dirty. Dust everywhere. The leaves continue to fall littering the ground that looks gray and gloomy. Strong winds made the tree branches clash and squeak. The place was cold. Not only did the warmth not radiate in this place because of the autumn season, but because the place did not have a soul. Cold. Empty. Gray. Lonely. All that lived in that place were soulless bodies. They died. "This is where Calvin is buried. This time I mean it.”