Dante Maroni
Bio
My Novel and Light Novel will be published someday, follow my journey through short stories into the big leagues!
Stories (9/0)
Tales of the Sentinel Space Guard
The instructors loud, brazen voice immediately demanded the upmost respect whenever he talked. Michael and the others released me and the entire class stood up tall and ready to start the journey of a Sentinel. As we’re standing straight and looking ahead of us, instructor walked through the crowd and personal sized up everyone in the class.
By Dante Maroni 2 years ago in Fiction
Tales of the Sentinel Space Guard
“Counselor Jon, I’m here with my papers?” I said excitingly while entering the counselor’s office. As I enter the room I realize no one is in the immediate area, so I just decide to wait here until I see him. I look out his window at the vastness of space and marvel at the glorious ships LB-2 and LB-3 as they are traveling right behind us. Who would have thought a race as primitive as us could develop ships this grand in the year 2350? As I’m looking outward, I see 3 Sentinel Space Guards repairing a small breach on the hull of LB-2.
By Dante Maroni 2 years ago in Fiction
Tales of the Sentinel Space Guard
I pledged my entire life to keep the LB-1 Ship safe from all dangers in the Universe and on the ship. Being a Sentinel Space Guard was the best job anyone could ever had hoped to get. This job is not an easy one; physically demanding, mentally draining, and requires you to see and do some dirty things but you are the most respected person in the community, and everyone looks up to you. All I ever wanted to be when I was little was a Sentinel Space Guard. The first time I heard about them was in my third-grade physics class; we had to start thinking of what courses to take next and those courses would determine what career you were headed to at the end of your high school graduation. I wanted to be like the legendary Sentinel, David Sullivan, who single handedly rescued the refugees of planet Soran from the Multi’s invasion. He didn’t give up, even after he slowly started venting oxygen, he saved every one of those refugees and brought them on board the LB-1.
By Dante Maroni 2 years ago in Fiction
Genes’ Entire Journal
Genes’ Journal July 07, 2510 The worse of the worst has already happened; we’re just here picking up the leftovers. No one knew it was coming, but it happened. This wasn’t foretold by a past civilization, and this wasn’t in any book; humanity paid the ultimate price because of it. Three humanoid beings, unlike any other, came to retrieve something that was lost, and they will do anything to get it back. Sadly, with most of humanity wiped off the face of the planet it is hard to find anyone willing to sacrifice themselves for others. Out of all the groups fighting on the front lines to protect what is left my group is the smallest. Other than me there is only 4 others, Alice Berkley, the twins Lenny and Rose, and lastly Leslie Johnson the 3rd. We try our best to survive on a weekly basis, but this hellscape we’re in isn’t the easiest. Currently we are switching camps, so I’ll explain more in the morning.
By Dante Maroni 3 years ago in Fiction
Wandering Weaylen
Slowly getting up, groggy, the feeling of thirst riddles my body as I stand up and realize I am stranded and have no recollection of what happened this past month. I notice a shack, a little way in the distance, and slight burn marks on the sand around me as I try to make sense of the immediate area. Limping as I walk, I begin to realize the warm feeling of blood dripping down my left leg. I notice a few lacerations on my upper left thigh, but nothing too severe as I continue towards the shack to try and get out of the searing sun. I stumble up the three steps onto the porch and through the front door; I make it to the bathroom and stare into the mirror wondering how I got here and what to do next. I check the medicine cabinet to try and see if I can find any first aid equipment but to no avail. I grabbed some of the toilet paper I found on the counter and try to rip off a plank of wood from the side of the shack. I find some old duct tape under the bathroom sink and proceed to make me a tourniquet to make walking easier.
By Dante Maroni 3 years ago in Fiction
Genes’ Journal
July 7, 2510 It all started 5 years ago, just out of the blue 3 Celestial beings each the size of the sun or more surrounding our Earth and causing it to change into this apocalyptic hellscape we know today. I can recall exactly what I was doing on the day of the attack. My wife and I were on a vacation in New York City when suddenly, a blinding flash of light went off in the sky. We then hear tires screeching on the pavement outside, glass breaking and the echoes of countless car alarms going off around us like an orchestra of destruction throughout the entire city.
By Dante Maroni 3 years ago in Fiction
