Cyrus Emerson
Bio
Cyrus Emerson's new audio drama "Buried Alive" now available on Headfone: headfone.co.in/channel/buried-alive/
Stories (54/0)
Winning and Losing
“Lower! Lower! Lower!” the crowd yelled together. The moment almost overwhelming for this essential worker who spent most of his time behind plexiglass, serving as a cashier at a grocery store. Now on a day off, and a three-hour drive to the center of the entertainment world for a chance to win it all on a favorite game show.
By Cyrus Emerson2 years ago in Fiction
Ghost Hospital
Jasper didn’t believe in the Holy Ghost, so how could people expect him to believe in a regular ghost. Yet the conversation with the old woman left him feeling unnerved. Really more like a sideshow gypsy telling a fortune than a homeless woman asking for change. Honestly, who else would say such a thing, “spirits gather for a meeting with you.”
By Cyrus Emerson2 years ago in Fiction
Barn Owl: Night Owl - Part 3
The Twin Owls welcomed Baby Great Grey Owl and the Jedi Master to the Rebel Alliance moon base hidden on the south pole of the dark side of one of Hoot’s moons. This one had a residence that kept it mostly on the sun side of the planet, it’s exaggerated elliptical orbit taking it closets to the planets south pole before being flung out into space.
By Cyrus Emerson2 years ago in Futurism
Barn Owl: Night Owl - Part 2
Just like most solar systems this one had an oort cloud of ice rocks where the spaceship hid to avoid detection in case advanced deep space observation units were in place. Without contact with Hoot for more than 200-years they couldn’t be sure exactly what they’d been able to develop, with the added chance of contact with other nearby solar systems, who could be monitoring this one.
By Cyrus Emerson2 years ago in Futurism
Barn Owl: Night Owl
The Jedi Master navigated through the darkness of space with the star map secure. Earth and the Russian named Hennadyi left behind. Whatever drama his life possessed would now have to play out free of intervention. The Jedi’s debt paid to the family that had watched over the case for more than a thousand-years with gold Roman coins.
By Cyrus Emerson2 years ago in Futurism
It’s a Cold Place Again
Hennadyi walked away from the grungy restaurant still thinking about the pigmy goat. No doubt it had been killed now for a paying customer’s feast. What it had been, with its shiny coat of hair and strong will to live; had now been consumed by someone living from one day to another like himself.
By Cyrus Emerson2 years ago in Futurism
What Goes Around, Comes Around
Dr. Luke Vader lit a cigarette and said, “well, let’s rip him open and take a look at what makes him tick.” The A.I. went right to work making an incision along Professor Daniel Angelus’ chest. The old man resembled a pale corpse with only his bright red nose veins displaying vitality as sickening as ever.
By Cyrus Emerson2 years ago in Fiction
Fasnachat Festival
March 2020 The mammal bleating turned into a blood curdling cry. Thuds and screams, as people began running toward Ben in panic. He searched wildly for Joelle in the bizarre still unaware of the danger. His calm demeanor eroding as the throng of bodies rushed passed him; his shoulders taking a beating as his feet began to slide with the flood of human bodies.
By Cyrus Emerson2 years ago in Fiction