R. A. Rock
I write dystopian, post-apocalyptic, time travel, fantasy, and sci fi romance stories and novels. For more post-apocalyptic goodness, try the Drastic Times series. For more dystopian, check out the Forbidden Minds series.
The shark was nothing to fear. But the woman sitting next to it was absolutely terrifying. The Governor of The Citadel, Natasha Thompson, was at least eighty years old — no one seemed quite certain of her age — and the harsh ruler of this small city.
Everything's Better Upside Down
I was forty-four but felt eighty. No energy. No joy. No hope. My joints ached like I was an octogenarian. (No offense to you hale and healthy octogenarians.) My back hurt. My hips hurt. My Achilles tendon hurt. But I hadn’t injured them. Some people will say that I was just getting old. It happens to the best of us.
The package wrapped in brown paper was nothing to fear. I noticed it sitting in the corner of the safe house where we were hiding and then proceeded to ignore it in favour of more pressing concerns.
The chocolate cake was nothing to fear. Now the large knife that lay next to it on the white tablecloth was another story. Especially if I could get it in my hand.
Going outside was nothing to fear. That’s what I told myself every time I had to leave the Citadel’s walls on work detail.
The appointment was nothing to fear. It was just an ordinary, every day, normal appointment. Nothing more. No need to be afraid.