Gaylon Emerzian
Stories (5/0)
The Goddess of Cats
I can only tell you what I know, what I experienced. People come through here and tell all sorts of stories and I don’t necessarily believe them. They say the government flew off to Mars with all the rich people and they’re up there now fighting over territory. They say the motorcycle gangs went after the Doomsday Preppers and stole all their food and daughters. They say there are no amber waves of grain because there’s no gas to run the big machines and there’s no seed to plant since Monsanto relocated to the red planet. In other places, they say, strong men tried to snatch kids for soldiers but the kids’ parents rose up and beat the shit out of the scoundrels.
By Gaylon Emerzian3 years ago in Fiction
Tiny but Mighty
Dear Aunt Maggie, No one in the family ever talked about it. But in order to be brought to the States by your uncle and sold to my grandfather’s brother at age twelve, you must have been around seven when you were orphaned. Auntie Filor was even younger, maybe five.
By Gaylon Emerzian3 years ago in Families
The Desert Girl and the Deep
I was still in bed when the first explosion went off. We had been told to prepare so I was mostly dressed. I jumped into my shoes and grabbed my pack. The second explosion took out the power grid and the hallway was dark. A woman carrying a child careened off me as I headed to the stairs. Plaster was raining down as the stairway filled with panicked guests.
By Gaylon Emerzian3 years ago in Humans