Kenji Nobu stood on the dirt floor in the middle of the corrugated tin shack he lived in, looking a little defeated, his shoulders sagging slightly under the brown robe he was wearing. His wizened old face was tilted down, showing the top of his head, covered in short, white hair. He swayed a little, in his square wooden clogs, and grumbled under his breath as he surveyed the mess around him. “This constant hassle by PABs around here will…
Dante Valderez was still holding onto the yellow sleeve ripped off from Leanna O’Regan’s yellow hoodie in his black-gloved hand. He looked over the edge of the railing of the massive battleship into the roiling water far below, not seeing Leanna or the rest of her yellow hoodie sinking below the foaming green ocean waves. Without hesitation he let go of the sleeve and turned away from the edge of the ship’s deck, not bothering to watch it fall and…
Leanna O’Regan hit the ocean surface hard, head first, creating a splash against the large rolling wake from the massive dark grey ship she had fallen from. The impact forced her arms away from around her head, and she continued downwards into the cold, dark depths. She closed her eyes as she fell downwards into the water, and let her body relax against the rushing water as she slowed down in her descent. She started kicking her legs as she…
Rosa Jardine frantically felt the space in front of her in the dark tunnel, stepping hurriedly over the jagged, loose rocks on the floor. She felt the rocky walls around her, and jumped back in the pitch black when she bumped up against a wall in front of her. She stopped, took a deep breath, and stepped sideways, feeling around the sharp bend in the tunnel where she had knocked herself out when she came through the first time. Carefully…
Leanna O’Regan was leaning over the edge of the battleship, hearing the crashing waves of the blue-green ocean far below. Dante Valderez was holding the base of her head with his black-gloved hand, pushing and lifting her over the railing of the massive ship, the metal pressing into her stomach where she bent over. Her yellow hoodie was protecting her from the grey-painted metal, and the hood was over her head, her long black hair tucked in behind her face….
Kenji Nobu was listening intently to the message being relayed by Preacher Bob on the radio he was holding, waving his hand to Rosa Jardine to come over and listen with him. Rosa’s son was dabbing the turned-out sleeve of her yellow hoodie on the cut on her forehead, adding a splotch of red to the yellow fabric with each dab. Rosa was still glaring angrily at Kenji until Arfie started licking at her face and she had to turn…
Dante Valderez started gasping in a choking, gurgling way, with his black eyes starting to roll upwards and only showing the whites. Leanna O’Regan backed away from him, staring in facination at Dante’s disfigured face, now fully revealed after she had inadvertantly pulled his face-mask away. She could see that Dante had no nose or lips, only a space that showed the inside of his nasal cavity and his mouth. His tongue move around behind his exposed teeth and jaws,…
Rosa Jardine moaned faintly as she lay on the rocky floor of the dark tunnel leading through the low desert hills. Her breathing quickened and she began to stir in the darkness, and then she screamed in terror with her eyes opening wide. She struggled to sit up, unable to see the tunnel walls and her hands slipping on the loose rocks under her. “Theo!” Rosa whispered loudly, her throat clenched in fear. “Theo, where are you?” she was able…
Skimming through the 11 points presented by to “Rescue Vespucci”, we should be alarmed. It is a blueprint to introduce an authoritarian theocracy run by a select few. I wish to deconstruct each of the 11 points to highlight how the solutions proposed are anti-democratic, anti-egalitarian, and despite claims otherwise, anti-libertarian. I wish to show that there is absolutely nothing new in the “11-Point Plan to Rescue Vespucci”, and that this plan is essentially a rehash of traditionally conservative values…
Leanna O’Regan shook her head free from Dante Valderez’s grasp and glared at him, saying defiantly, “Let go of me! I have something to say.” She was quivering partly in rage from the tight grip of the two guards holding her arms, and partly in fear as she watched out of the corner of her eye the progress of the guided missile on the green screen next to her. She started to rub her bare arms in the cool air…