The Man From Earth Novels & Stories

But my feet moved on their own, just a little closer, just enough to peek through the crack in the door. There were three of them. Young men. Sunburnt, half-dressed, fresh off the beach. One of them stood near the minibar, shirtless, his back to me as he poured something into a glass. I would've recognized that silhouette anywhere. Renz. His hair was a little longer now, tousled from the sea. His shoulders broader. He wore board shorts and a careless smile that made my stomach dip. He looked nothing like the boys back home. Nothing like anyone I knew. He was from another world, a world of city skylines, expensive schools, and golden summers. A world I had no place in.

“She doesn’t look predictable.” Matteo’s gaze doesn’t leave him. “She’s not part of the discussion.” “Everyone’s part of the discussion,” the man replies. “Some people just don’t know it yet.” Matteo leans in slightly. Not threatening. Not loud. “You’re done here,” he says. “Tonight.” The man lifts his hands in mock surrender. “Of course. No offence intended.” “Rarely is,” Matteo replies. The man turns to me before leaving. “Enjoy your shift,” he says. “We’ll talk again.”

In truth, it was never a plan—only a desperate man’s last, flailing struggle. I calculated the days. Thayer’s deadline for repayment was approaching. During this forced isolation, my parents were undoubtedly frantic with worry. Yet this was the consequence of their own indulgence—it was nothing but poetic justice. Outside, the autumn wind tossed the leaves of the trees against the glass with a soft rustle. I locked the files into the safe and turned to look at the photo on the wall: Seraphina holding her elephant plushie. Her smile revealed tiny dimples, sunlight filtering through the soft strands of her hair, scattering delicate patches of light across her cheeks.

Because it felt wrong not to. I took a handful of dirt. Held it briefly. Then let it fall. The sound echoed softly. Final. I stepped back. And watched as the last layer was placed. Smoothed. Pressed. Flowers followed. Laid gently across the surface. Color against fresh earth. The ritual ended quietly. No formal dismissal. No closing words. Just a gradual dispersing of the crowd. People leaving in small groups. In silence. Or in quiet grief. But not her. Lyra didn’t move.

Ten to twenty percent was basically a death sentence. "There isn't a finalized protocol, so I don't have anything to show." Joseph shook his head. Then, he changed the subject. "You know Cora very well, right? Tell me who this man is." He slid over the photograph Grace had given him. The picture showed a middle-aged man with an unmistakable bald spot. It was definitely not Frank. Frank said, "I don't know who that is either, but I could help you ask Cora." Frank was surprised as well. He never expected that Cora would have another man.

The man looked down at her. His eyes were not silver. They were not black. They were clear. Almost human. “I am the one who made the mother above the sky,” he said. Elena swallowed. “And who made you?” The man's smile disappeared. For the first time, something like sadness crossed his face. “No one.” The answer struck Elena harder than she expected. “No one?” “I was simply here.” The world trembled. The man slowly descended from the sky until his feet touched the broken ground.

I had failed. But I wasn't going to give up. Not yet. I pulled out my phone, but there was no signal. The basement was a dead zone. I was on my own. I waited. Hours passed. Or maybe minutes. I couldn't tell. The silence was suffocating. Then, the door opened. A man walked in. He was tall and elegant, dressed in a tailored black suit, his silver hair slicked back. He had sharp, intelligent eyes and a thin, cruel mouth.

The others also seemingly found it difficult to get in. Cecilia seemed to have seen through their dilemma, so she said, “Where are you guys from?” Alex was slightly reluctant to say. However, Mandy couldn’t understand the meaning within it. Seeing that Alex and Xerxes did not open their mouths, she directly replied, “We’re earthlings.” “Earth? Which planet is that?” “It is... Planet Earth, among the nine planets in the solar system. We are Americans, from the West.” “America? You guys are from the great world of America?”

MARKUS yells "I Couldn't EVEN STOP MYSELF FROM LEAVING THE CAR..." Bonnie shouts in pride, glee, hope "God DID IT TO SHOW US!" God informs the group that "We will fix this land." _ A man named Borus who is black and white mixed says "We will fix this land with God's hand! They will never be able to take us down, we will demand freedom, peace, safety, WE WILL NEVER BACK DOWN!!!" _ A figure glowing bright, Jesus Christ, rises up above the dirt and above his head. He looks down at him saying "I will free the people of this land. Christ will be returned to the land I will call agápe."

Ignoring Mark's messages I text my gamma Zack. Sam: hey man I know it's late but do you want to get away for awhile? Zach: yeah man, anything good? Sam: what would you say to a camping trip? It's to protect a couple of people that are close to me, but there's also humans there to so no shifting. Oh and Mark is a warlock and Rilly is a human. Oh and Zach Dylan is there to so watch him. Zach: ok can you send me pictures of whom I'm looking out for?