Monday, September 29, 2014

Bonus - Missile and Poker night

NORAD HQ

“And that boys, is how you win at poker.” John said as he showed his winning hand. He was on a lucky streak tonight.
A series of “come on, shit” escaped the mouths of half a dozen men. The night was turning to daylight, fast. Consoles with big screens, dim lights and the faint scent of sweaty men marked the room. It was the late night shift, and nothing had happened.
John got up from his chair, he wanted to use the washroom. “Double or nothing, what do you say fellas?” He said smuggling. John was in his late 60s, hitting retirement age barely.
“Hey John, there’s something weird happening on screen.” said Bob, a young man and first week on the job.
“What rookie? It’s probably nothing, some of these machines are older than your mom.” John said, securing a laughter from the other four men who edged around 50.
“The object is coming from the east, with speeds exceeding an ICBM.” Bob said once more.
“Which is impossible, nothing is that fast. Check the Russians, if they haven’t launched then it is nothing.” John said.
*Ring ring* A phone went off. John, with a puzzled look on his face, went towards the phone and answered. His face changed from relaxed to utter alert in the blink of an eye.
“Yes sir!” John said, then dropped the call.
“Sound the alert. We are under attack. DEFCON has been raised to Level 3.” John shouted.
“I am tracking missile route.” Bob said.
“Where son?”
“My god…”
“What? What!”
“It’s New York sir, it is heading for New York!”
The dread in the room was unfathomable...

Monday, September 15, 2014

Bonus - The old fisherman and the Missile

Blue. Always blue. In every direction. Water for miles and miles. The Atlantic Ocean. She was a hard mistress with no sights to offer except her bounty. I stood over the starboard edge of the boat watching the net do my bidding. Ahead of me, some hundreds of miles was the coastline of New York city.
Every day for the last fifty years was the same routine every morning save Sunday. Get up before sunrise, get on Ol' Marina and sail out to the ocean for fishing.
It was all I knew how to do. Life was simple if not uneventful. Even with the threat of big corporations taking over by business. I told them to wait till I was six feet under before trying. The business has been in my family for half a dozen generations.
Today was like every other day, fish in the net and sun shining with clear blue skies glowing red with every minute. Dusk was coming... And nothing has happened.
A bright flash. Suddenly and from nowhere. It crossed the night sky. Without warning, racing across the ocean of blue.
The missile kept moving at ungodly speeds. Heading Westward toward the city. O lord.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Skull Reich teaser #1 (Wattpad Teaser)

Skull Reich teaser #1 (Wattpad Teaser)

Novarean Legends

Of Legend - Guardians or Gods?

Darkness conquered
Hope was at a loss
The strong faltered
Dreams fell at a toss

The day of no tomorrow
A day of pure sorrow
Despair sang the sparrow

Seven lights raced
Their streaks marked the sky
Billions of hearts paced
Hope cast its dye

Powerful beings rose
At the hour of need
Stopping the raging star’s dose
An incredulous deed

Gods they were not
Immortals they refused
Seven Guardians they chose