An immigrant girl ponders the life she hopes she has yet to live. Ponders the family she shared no blood with. Ponders the people she'd give her blood to. Ponders the universe she's been born into.
The sunlight burns hot around you and you almost don't see it, the heat of July dripping down in a sour-sickly, watery-sticky concoction.
This is a short story I made in the Tale Foundry group. They wanted the story to stay below 350 words and because of that, I had to cut a lot out. Here is that uncut version, our at least the parts I remembered to put back in.
After a father's 4th near-fatal heart attack, he once again meets with death. Now he must decide again whether to leave into a peaceful afterlife or struggle to live for his daughter's sake.
In the largest virtual reality game in history, Mark was a king. His team? Unstoppable. They were heroes even among other pros.
But the game changed. The government—for their own political gains—made a mess of everything Team Black Moon worked so hard to perfect. Ten years of their lives were spent playing Ashes of God. Still, Mark and his friends found themselves obsolete—forgotten.
Then time itself forgot. Mark wakes up, 10 years ago.
He’s never met his lover. He’s never played Ashes of God. Mark’s friends don’t even know his face. But he’ll find them. With his knowledge and skills, they’ll rise higher than ever. Mark will not be forgotten.
This time, they’ll be the ones who change the game.
PS: this synopsis has been made by S.D. Mills, please do check out his works.
A collection of short stories, inspired by pictures and writing prompts found on the internet.
The stories will be written in 2019, I aim to have around 30-35 stories included in a variety of genres. Any trigger warnings will be disclosed in the entries, this is a solo project. Once I have most of the collection completed, this blurb will be changed to reflect the content included. Thank you for stopping by and supporting, don't forget to like, bookmark and follow me on Penana!