Thaer Fama
Stories (2/0)
Degrees of Separation
Bolin let out a long sigh as he walked slowly around the barricade that guarded the inner ring. He kicked a stone along the dusty path and frowned to himself as he examined the barren land that stretched several miles long throughout the deep cave. The outer ring enclosing him and the land was occupied by 75% of the population of Zierth, but it was hardly a home for the people who lived there. The cavern was peppered with shacks and tents but beyond those austerities down under ground they didn’t have much.
By Thaer Fama3 years ago in Futurism
Waking Up
Saturday morning rolled around sooner than I’d wish it would have; the sunlight that poured into the bedroom felt blinding. I rolled over and swung my legs from the side of the bed, something felt off but I disregarded it as morning grog. My eyes were barely open as I stumbled across the room to the door. Upon stepping into the hallway I realized to my horror that something was very wrong, the walls felt like they were folding in and as I looked out into the house I felt a chill run up my spine. I didn’t recognize the living room before me. The table and the assortment of letters and dishes scattered across it were foreign to me, I didn’t recognize anything. I turned, feeling deeply sick to my stomach, and poured myself into the bathroom and over the side of the toilet bowl. My stomach renched for a minute but finally my breathing slowed and I gathered myself. There were plenty of reasonable, albeit still uncomfortable, situations where one might wake up in an unfamiliar setting. I could handle this, I just needed to get myself together, perhaps just wash my face and then move from there. I rose slowly from the tile and with a heavy sigh turned to the sink. A flick of the wrist produced a cool stream of water that burbled against the quartz. I tried to ignore the urge to absorb the room around me but I was growing increasingly curious about my surroundings.
By Thaer Fama3 years ago in Journal