Alan Roberts
Bio
I'm a world-traveling engineer, husband, and father of three.
I've been writing fiction as a hobby for about a decade.
Stories (3/0)
A Tale of Two Sands 1
The air is cold tonight. I would not expect this, not where the Nile meets the sea; all this water should better hold the heat of day. A sudden gust whips past and I see Djal tug his robes tight around his chest. Something unnatural on the wind has stolen its warmth. Or is it just the cloudless sky and my restless mind? This city is not familiar to either myself or my two companions; I am thankful for the stars that aid our watch. Djal shivers, then speaks, "If we could scout this meeting place in the day, perhaps we could see it better and it would be warm."
By Alan Roberts3 years ago in Futurism
Little Black Book
It had to mean something. These were not just random numbers next to jumbles of letters. There was too much order in these pages for it to be nonsense. Something of incredible value was obscured in here, but the last two nights ended with nothing revealed and the book stuffed under the bed for another day. Tonight, though, the black leather-bound book sailed through the room and slapped against the wall.
By Alan Roberts3 years ago in Criminal
