The Man From Earth Novels & Stories

“It’s not the sedan.” Nora joined him carefully. A dusty blue pickup sat in the clearing. An older man with a weathered face and a faded baseball cap stepped out, looked at Eli’s car, then toward the house. He didn’t approach the porch. He simply stood there with the particular stillness of someone who had expected to find the place empty. Eli opened the front door before Nora could stop him. The man looked up. His eyes moved from Eli to Nora and back again. Something complicated passed across his face.

In the end, the man's blood was on the floor and he was still alive. “A job well done.” Master stated, starring down at the eyes of the man who killed seven maidens’ dreams and turned them into a shell of who they once were. Master then decided that she would not feel remorse for her actions, not when they all made the world better in some ways. Just like she had gotten rid of the bastard who made her start her journey, she had gotten rid of this one too. Master watched the life bled out of the man's eyes before looking at Rima who was rubbing her eyes, she was still sleepy. This part of the resistance had never interested her much.

Altar sheathed his blades. "Ofcourse i dont. Im not. But you do" said the man. Altar replied, "That is the dream" The man wore brown trousers and a green cloth around his waist. His muscular chest was bare with battle scars and scratches. He had a block face with black trimmed hair and a scar over his left cheek. "Well im from the Earth Tribe" the man said to them, "Balon Stone" "Earth Tribe?" Diego looked at her map, "Thats not very far from here."

Their ears were short like humans but pointed. The man was known as Vir Fortis, an ambassador from the empire of Engkantasya. He had long glossy milky white hair. With pointed ears and narrowed eyes. And stood at the height of 5'7 feet tall with a lean body. The two women with him were both gorgeous, same as him, they had long milky white hairs, and pointed ears. Both had curvaceous bodies. These two ladies were his personal assistance. After giving us a slight briefing about this world, they then brought us to the city of humans or known as Human City Z7. Many humans from the Outerworld had decided to live here for all their lives.

Howard offered a cigarette to the man as he asked. "Not a soul," the man replied, accepting the cigarette. "No one's come to see him in all this time, and he's never left either." Howard took a drag from his cigarette and asked, "He looked pretty tough earlier. Does he practice martial arts or something?" "I wouldn't know about that. He's just a strong guy, as far as I can tell," the man said, shaking his head. Sensing something, the man eyed Howard and his companions warily before asking, "And who might you be? Why the interest in Mr. Johnsrud?"

This place is not an ordinary place, considering this tv station is one of the biggest tv stations in the country. "Four eyes, you're five minutes late!" Said a man with a gloomy face walking up to the two women while carrying several sheets of paper in his hand. His eyes were not friendly at all, even looked tired like someone who rarely sleeps. His black hair was cut undercut with his signature parted bangs, his steel gray eyes were piercing into the object he was looking at. But if you look around, this tired looking man is actually quite handsome too.

“Ignore him. Don’t let him manipulate you.” Aro’s grin widened. “Manipulation? No, child. I am only unveiling what is already yours.” Before Amelia could respond, the ground beneath her feet shivered. Dust rained from the temple roof, and the torches sputtered violently as the stone beneath them groaned. From the deepest corners of the courtyard, shadows began to stir. At first, they were vague and indistinct, but soon the shapes sharpened into humanoid forms. Figures of smoke and bone twisted, faces half-formed and howling with rage.

He could see her listening, her arms folded defensively across her chest, but she wasn't stopping him. "My favorite thing in the world," he continued, his voice softening, "is the quiet hour after I get home from work, when I put on a record, not to be cool, but because the crackle feels real, and I just… exist. No pretense. My deepest, most shameful fear isn’t heights or spiders. It’s that I am profoundly, terminally ordinary. And I thought that if I could just be someone else, someone exciting, someone worthy of a woman like you, for a little while, maybe I could escape that."

Fortunately, he was a reasonable man as he said encouragingly, "Keith, studying abroad is a good opportunity. You have my support. Just take care of yourself out there. "As for Irene… She was actually a strong candidate for Employee of the Year this time. I never expected her to be so lacking in judgment." Before he could finish, Irene burst into the office. "Director, don't listen to him! We're not getting divorced! Also, I've never agreed to him leaving abroad! How could you decide on something so major without even discussing it with me?!" Winston followed right behind, crying as he fell to the floor. "Director, please help me! There's no way I can repay that much money!"

Like he actually admitted it. Cael's face showed no emotion. "Why?" "I..." "Who ordered you?" "No one." Cael's voice hardened. "Think carefully before you answer again." The man lowered his head. "I don't know." "You don't know?" "I was paid." "By whom?" "I don't know." Cael frowned. "You expect me to believe that?" "The woman covered her face." "What woman?" "I never saw her properly." "You still accepted the job." He closed his eyes.