I’ve been told many times that those without Value have no place in this world. As children we were told so every morning before class, every afternoon before being let out to exercise. Our Nurturers would tell us before bed and when we woke up, and like the rest I believed it. I Worked hard in and after school, terrified of falling below the Grade of Value. In many ways I still live under that system, the fear of losing Value keeping me awake at night, even up here on the surface.
A home at the end of the world.
On August 17th, 2055, the last Salvation departed. Its gargantuan engines roared to life, enveloping the colourless landscape in a cloud of thick, black smoke. Fire roared and turned sand to glass as the howl of fuel combusting at a million degrees exploded across the rugged earth. The shockwave tore through city windows in a deafening chorus of raw power, and light fiercer than the centre of a star seared across the skyline.
Secret Dog's Business
The most peculiar moment of Richard Granger’s life occurred at two o’clock on a muggy Thursday afternoon, when he’d opened his front door to see his three dogs standing around the dining table. They looked to be in serious conversation, though just what three labrador retrievers had to be serious about Richard wasn’t sure, and anyway he was more concerned by the fact they were all on two legs. The scene had only lasted a moment before one of them had glanced sharply up and let out a bark, and then he’d fainted in shock.
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The Quietest House
The greatest horrors happen in the most unassuming homes. That’s what my grandmother told me before she died. When I asked my father what it meant he looked over at mother and a silent exchange occurred. When it was done, he simply told me to forget it. I suppose he just wants to shield me from the bleaker realities of life.