mark frendo
Bio
aspiring to Believe in SW London
Stories (2/0)
Shark Attack!
SHARK ATTACK! ICELAND 1992 Gylfi Gunnerason shouted, ‘Come on! We are ready! Hop aboard!’ The thought of another day on the water filled me with nausea, dread, fear and horror, but how could I tell Gylfi that after all the time and expense he had sacrificed? I nodded my acknowledgement and boarded.
By mark frendo3 years ago in Fiction
Crusade Against the Aged
CRUSADE AGAINST THE AGED It was pissing down when I ventured into the herb garden for my chives. Pissing down and dark, as if the sky couldn’t get any darker when facing the Sun. But it could. To the West I saw them, approaching menacingly. They had found us. Wave after wave of Enforcer Aircraft, blackening the sky within seconds. I ran for my shelter, dug into the ground on the first day I had arrived on the island. Through the tiny slither I had fashioned as a lookout, I could see the carnage unfolding in front of me. Island inhabitants being murdered by The Enforcers. Just being gunned down where they stood, or in the back as they tried to escape. Dressed all in black from head to toe and faces behind disguising helmets. It was difficult to ascertain if the murderers were Human or Droids. They must be Droids, there were hundreds of them. There couldn’t be that many Humans in one place that could kill so happily.
By mark frendo3 years ago in Unbalanced