M.E. Negron
Bio
Writer/Seeker
Instagram: m.e.negron
Stories (2/0)
Oxana and the Sky Trial
Oxana plummeted through a pastel sky, twisting like a hapless doll. Gravity’s grip held firm as it pulled at her purposefully. All she could do was fall as black bodies and iridescent bodies collided all around her, beating and slashing at one another. She fell past inky, wyrm-like wings and other wings of heavenly colors that droned. The latter reflected the suns, creating blinding pops of light in an already bright sky, the entirety of which was tangled with massive winged creatures. The dark ones, in particular, dove recklessly from all angles to snatch her up. They were vicious in their attempts and it mattered not as to who got in their way, whether ilk or enemy alike. They were Tempyr, piranhas of the Lower Skies; grotesque creatures of midnight complexion, and sharp in every meaning. Born in the shadow of this world’s chaos, they were devoted to devouring the girl. It seemed this world was finally taking her. The beasts would surely get her, and if by a hair’s chance not, she was seconds away from the canopy below, seconds away from seeing her brother again.
By M.E. Negron2 years ago in Fiction
Sullivan's Book
Oxana drove for seventeen hours before finally arriving at her late brother’s home. If anyone knew Oxana, her driving a pickup truck existed in the same alternate universe as a hare hauling shell for shelter. She lived with a dogged affinity for climate change. Still, she suffered the truck, grateful in her present circumstances to have something to drive.
By M.E. Negron3 years ago in Futurism