Patrick Marrero
Stories (16/0)
I Dream of Chocolate
A children’s dream, Marcus found himself in today. A land of sweet and salty snacks, far as the eye could see. He floated down from the sky, passing clouds of cotton candy that rained milk when touched. His mighty wings did little in this place, as if he could float on the air without them. He smiled warmly, this was always such a pleasure to him.
By Patrick Marrero3 years ago in Humans
My Precious Friends
Early morning, the sun just up over the horizon. Its easy at this time, my friends in the barn still lazy. Will have to feed them soon, grass and corn and the like. People always say tending to animals is difficult, but I say bah to them. You just need a little know how, and observation. They aren’t so different to us. As I sip my tea, however, I hear tires screeching up this way. Easy to hear that out here, nearest home is a mile away. A grey sedan, Mary is coming in a hurry. She pulls up to my house fast, I'm almost afraid shell run into me.
By Patrick Marrero3 years ago in Fiction
Maw
Fire and brimstone, rising demons, alien invasion. Heck, even zombies would have been viable to see. But not this, this hungry force. A locust plague, from some far off African nation was the first thought. Then the animals bolted into cities, away from everything. Satellites looking down on the area, and what they saw were trees vanishing. Leaves, bark, branches, everything disappearing at an alarming rate. That's when the first team was sent in. Jacob, a local in the area and expert on wildlife, went to see if maybe an elephant heard was doing something. It didn't make sense but no other explanation existed at the time. They were carrying a camera with a direct feed, but all we saw was a black cloud approach them at speed. They ran, whatever they saw made them turn tail instantly. Their screams were downed out quickly. I tell you now, that sound was chittering squeaks in mass. Thunder could not deafen you to it. That's when the military got involved.
By Patrick Marrero3 years ago in Fiction
Twitchers
I do not remember the date anymore, not since it happened. Weeks or months, years even, pass by without much notice in this world. I do remember how it happened. A normal morning, traffic and people yelling at each other over petty nonsense. Then fire rained from the sky. Not meteors, but jets of flame that fired down and scorched whatever they touched. I can’t say what caused them, only that hellfire seemed to cold a term for them. Looking back, I wish those fires were all that happened.
By Patrick Marrero3 years ago in Fiction