Jonathan Fiero
Stories (26/0)
A Prologue to an Epilogue
This heart of mine craves adventure that only she can bring me. It’s been too long since we’ve found those endless miles to nowhere, those silent stars glittering in the night sky. Maybe I cursed us with such a name, maybe it was karma for so easily abandoning my past; or perhaps it was just the luck of being handed a giant lemon. No matter, she seems better now. I named her Verona, and only the death of love has followed.
By Jonathan Fiero3 years ago in Wheel
A Concept of Revolt
To say the United States has regressed since the Objectivist purge began two years ago would be an understatement. The cities are sparse shells, industrial areas have become reminiscent of the Soviet Union, post World War II. This once “shining beacon of freedom” has become a polluted wasteland full of poverty and disease.
By Jonathan Fiero3 years ago in Futurism