Our car slowly drives down the curvy road through the forest. The trees menacingly tilt inwards towards one another trying to block out the sun. We continue driving down the road, I can see that mom and Sam are talking to one another. I can’t make out anything as my music is blasting in my ears, trying to make the outside world go away.
The Last Branch on the Apple Tree
The year is 2634. The world has ended. The days of lounging around on the beach, drinking coolers on the back end of trucks is over. 30 years of nuclear war and unimaginable destruction has put the world in total and utter chaos. No more green, no more clean water. Those days are far behind humanity, or what’s left of it.
“JEMMA RUN!” Doran shouts and books it over the rubble and holds his spear tight to his arm. I look up and see the giant. 15ft with three skinny metal legs, one red skylight eye looking down upon me. Three long pincers slowly fold out from the legs and it starts to make its chase for us.
The Golden Rose
I stood outside watching her. She was standing over the tree, using her left arm to lean closer over the edge of the large arm she was standing on. Her brown curly hair, sundress with beautiful flowers and the small tattoo of an anchor on the back of her calf.