Galápagos Novels & Stories

Bryan notices that all the seas are labeled by kingdom, unlike the conventional names he is accustomed to. He observes that the Mediterranean Sea is designated as the Kingdom of Tritania, encompassing not only the city but the entire sea. On the other side of the Atlantic, he sees three neighboring kingdoms. The Sargasso Sea is marked with the Greek word for gold, and the Bermuda Triangle is indicated as Burminia, forming a near-perfect triangle on the map. The Caribbean Sea is labeled as the Serean Sea, and the Gulf of Mexico is referred to as Myanmarine.

True, she knew her daughter acted slightly older than her age, but if she had had even a slight suspicion that this was how things were going to go, then she'd have told William about their child the moment she saw him again back at her office. Looking back now, that seemed like such a long time ago. "You coming mum?" Isabel called out. "Yeah, yeah... I am." She announced, hurrying up to catch up with them. ***** "This place is amazing!" Isabel gaped as she sat down at their table. The man had driven them to the Golden Tulip Hotel in Accra, specifically the Blanche Restaurant and the place was simply gorgeous with its serene atmosphere and impressive decor. "Do they serve ice cream though?"

I said with a laugh as worry lines creased his brow. We rode the Hipper, a superconducting levitation transporter that took city dwellers to and from the Drock, then proceeded onward to the edge of the ice lands. At speeds of over five hundred miles an hour, we passed computerized automotive harvesters and hovering seeding machines that dotted the landscape. Leaves as bright as jewels spun through the air in the Hipper’s wake. In the distance, the towering ice mountains stretched across the horizon. The ice lands covered two-thirds of our planet, sustaining a population of more than eighty million.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Ellie clutched a sodden map, her knuckles white. “Brazil. Scotland. Japan. Egypt. Rome,” she muttered, scanning Voss’s scribbled notes. “They’re waking up everywhere. All at once.” Dr. Voss tightened the ropes of the sail. Her face was pale but determined. “The Chimera was never singular. It was a herald. And heralds are never alone.” Cerebus stood at the bow, fur plastered by rain, three heads scanning the darkness. Alpha was still. Beta watched the horizon. Gamma growled at the storm.

“Unfortunately, the last of my teleportation device was used. So we have to walk.” She hummed. “Is it far?” As she asked, she imagined the Hobbit movie in her head and their adventures. She wondered, would it be like that? “Yes, it is. But we have to stop in Flints for supplies. Else we’ll starve and never make it to Zona.”, he explained. He was leading Selena in the forest, looking out and being cautious for possible tigers. Flint was known as the place where huge tigers gather. “I should remind you that this place is very different from the other world. So whatever you see here, is something not ordinary.” He added. Telling her of these was the first step in knowing the dangers of Kósmima.

I also went to check the status updates of my friends. When I got to Haniya's update, the first thing I saw made my eyes twitch. It was a picture showing a guy holding the flag of a country - a country I wasn't sure I knew the name of - against his body. The middle of the flag, which was white was stained with the guy's blood. Haniya's caption for that photo was 'pray for Nigeria'.

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Rachel asked and I had to laugh at her expression. "My magical globe. I control the water. ..and also practice witchcraft. It was a talent from my Nana. That was how I got here. I can open portals that can lead u anywhere" She announced "Aren't you just lucky?" Rachel mumbled again. "So now you are here, you found Rosella, what next?" That was the exact thing on my mind. "Well I have to take her home. That's why I'm here in the first place. To bring her back to her Homeland"

Gerald asks now sitting on the couch, meanwhile Ana helps herself with the centre table, she didn't care less, it was glassy. "You just left your girl behind. It's unfair." Ana says in a playful manner, making Gerald chuckle. "I would never!" Gerald says stretching his hand and pulling her closer, dropping her on his laps, he drops a peck on her lips. "How is Lagos then?" Ana asks, with a small smile. "Fine! So, you are friends with the Wachukwu's?" Gerald asks looking quite inquisitive. "Not really. Let's say friend's with there friend." Ana says getting up from his laps and sitting on her own.