Hugh Saylor
Stories (3/0)
A Tale of the Moon
The world is dark indeed. I looked at my phone and sighed. I had received another message, demanding I relinquish my phone. For on my phone, I carried a secret. This secret was no ordinary secret; it was a government secret, the formula for light speed. I was the only one left with the formula, everyone else being killed off. In truth, I feared for my life. Someone, claiming to be an assassin, had been repeatedly sent threatening messages, demanding I reveal the formula of light speed travel, by relinquishing my phone, or perish. I suspected they were just scams, sent to everyone with a phone. The secret was greatly desired by all.
By Hugh Saylorabout a year ago in Fiction
Technology Heist
Ding! I was jolted out of my sleep. I rubbed my tired eyes. Who was calling at this hour? I had called the man earlier today telling him I was not going to accept the odd “gift” I was being offered. So, who was it? I stumbled out of bed and dressed quickly. I opened the bedroom door and marched down the stairs. I looked out the window on my way down the stairs and screamed. Standing, no, floating, at his front door was a white and black drone, carrying an odd, and small object. I stood there in shock. So, the mysterious man had got around my rejection of the gift. He had literally flown it to me. I opened the door. The drone flew inside and dropped the package, a letter, which I had not noticed before, and left as quickly as it had arrived. I closed the door and opened the letter.
By Hugh Saylorabout a year ago in 01