Alex Griffin
Stories (3/0)
Eon
Pushing away from the worn terminal, Trevor stares at the ceiling, bitter sor rowful tears filling the brim of his eyes. A quivering hand with a cigarette wrapped between his index and middle fingers makes another journey to his arid lips. Gale force winds crash into the beacon house with a ferocity he has never seen before. Lightning illuminated the skies for split seconds before being swallowed by the oppressive darkness, followed by a deep rolling thunder. The storm was not the reason for the pit of hopelessness inside of his belly; Like blood being drained from a butchered animal turned upside down, he can feel all hope leave his soon-to-be cadaver.
By Alex Griffin2 years ago in Fiction
Eon
Pushing away from the worn terminal, Trevor stares at the ceiling, bitter sor rowful tears filling the brim of his eyes. A quivering hand with a cigarette wrapped between his index and middle fingers makes another journey to his arid lips. Gale force winds crash into the beacon house with a ferocity he has never seen before. Lightning illuminated the skies for split seconds before being swallowed by the oppressive darkness, followed by a deep rolling thunder. The storm was not the reason for the pit of hopelessness inside of his belly; Like blood being drained from a butchered animal turned upside down, he can feel all hope leave his soon-to-be cadaver.
By Alex Griffin3 years ago in Futurism
The Chosen
The gap between the rich and the poor has expanded into a ravenous maw; hungrily devouring anyone stupid enough to cross it. The middle class collapsed like a fiery tower of dry kindling during a time known as the Insurrection Period. Now, most people spend their entire lives scurrying around like rats trying to piece together a living from the gnawed leftovers of the “lords” of the New Republic.
By Alex Griffin3 years ago in Futurism