CAROL
1987-2030Beloved Friend & HeroThe cemetery at Brookhaven was packed with people dressed in black—all of whom were standing somberly—a few of them with umbrellas quivering over the
S O M E T H I N G H A D B E E N particularly bothering Diana Roberts just two weeks after the battle. Nicolas Johnson had known this when he had called, asking her to meet.Diana had therefore found herself walking up to a restaurant in Midtown Atlanta. She was about to go inside when—"Diana, over here, " she spun around to spot Nick seated on one of the tables set outside the restaurant. There was a couple talking and laughing in one; a mother wiping away a drop of ketchup that had dripped on her son's shirt and then there was Nick."Hi," Diana said, taking a seat and facing Nick."Hey," his dark hair was short, matching his dark eyes as he beamed at her."Actually, there's something I wanted to tell you," Diana bit her lower lip that was as red as her hair.Nick rested his hands on the table, ushering her to go on.
Dear Reader,I really hope you enjoyed this 42-chapter story that spun for over three months on Goodnovel and sadly but gloriously it has come to an end. An end that I believe I delivered quite well, having penned the final words of this story. The idea to develop it actually began way back in 2017 when I was still in high school and I'm finally glad to have been able to craft it much to everybody's liking. I really do hope it coined a spot in your libraries and with all that said, don't forget to drop a comment, a vote and also share this story to your fellow readers.Thank you.All characters, products & locations depicted in this literal set are fictitious and derivative of the writer's imagination. Any similarity to actual persons living or dead is simply coincidental; no infringement inferred.&nb
⚠️WARNING⚠️The following literal set may contain depictions of graphic violence, gore, mild use of adult language and other graphic notation at some point. Reader discretion is therefore advised.***“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”~Arthur C. Clarke*** PROLOGUE. . . I N T H E B E G I N N I N G, there was nothing but nothingness itself, with no time. No reality. No matter; except for the pre-existing primordial state of the blank universe. No light. An e
"L A D I E S A N D G E N T L E M E N of North Atlanta High," came the voice of Principal Donovan just as students began to fill into the compound, followed by their parents, "if we could all just settle down now." It was the early days of Summer in the year 2030, with the hot glowing sun already shining down over the school. "It's graduation, bitches!" Carmen cried out, dressed in a purple cloak with the graduation hat over her head, obscuring her face from the sun's heat. "We're just ending a school year. I don't see what all the fuss is about," came Henry, also in his graduation attire. They were all graduating as their high school years came to an end on that fine day. "Speak for yourself!" blurted Marcus. "Hey, Cassie," Lucas spoke, taking off his hat, "where's Nat?" "She said she would b
T H E R E W E R E M U F F L E D sounds coming from a living room. It was a large plasma TV where an action film was playing.A large banging sound then followed after gunfire went off from the film playing which was loud enough to awaken the boy who had dozed off on the couch that was six feet away from the TV.Marcus's brown eyes suddenly opened wide, his whole body shaking when he turned to see The Terminator playing on TV.'I'll be back!. . .'He traced the couch for the remote and found it just in time to watch Arnold Schwarzenegger deliver his famous catch phrase. He then switched off the TV.The living room was dark and Marcus turned around to get a view from the large windows where he noticed night time was creeping in.That's odd.There was no green sky outside but dark greying clouds.Marcus
T H E R E E L I N G O F vehicle tires awoke the young dark haired girl who had fallen asleep with her head leaning towards the glass of a window.Her right temple softly thudded against the glass before she pulled back and opened her eyes to see a black Ferrari drift by along the road.Turning away from the window, the girl looked over to her left where an old woman was sleeping, her head tilted back.She was on a bus.Her mind was in the middle of trying to make out whether she had just been dreaming about an event that had happened at school where she and her friends had been celebrating a graduation party.Almost instantly, a new thought quickly took over, which was very characteristic of her thanks to her unique high sense of perception.Where exactly am I going?She did not wait long for the answer when the bus came
W H A T D O E S I T really mean to be smart?He heard those words play in his mind like a tape as he took in a deep breath.It was almost getting to the brink of being meditative when someone bumped into him from behind his shoulder, ruining his self-reflective moment."Watch it, simpleton!" Henry Roderick cussed but the kid responsible rushed off, having not heard him.He watched him run off to join a group of other kids who were dressed in maroon blazers and it was the sight of that that made Henry stop dead in his tracks."What happened to graduation?"He turned around, trying to locate anyone in a dark robe and a graduation hat.No one.No grads to be seen except for people in their normal attire as if it was just another normal school day."Henry, there you
H E R P E N M A D E tiny squeaky noises as it poured ink onto the white paper surface, jotting down the words that materialized in her mind.The pen then abruptly slid, creating a long line of ink across the paper and messing up her work after a bottle of alcohol was set heavily on the table next to her.Frowning, she set the pen down and shook her head in frustration just as a man standing on the other side of the table came to stand in front of her."You alright over there?" the man asked and the girl then noticed for the first time how prominent and yet youthful his features were.He was tall with thick dark hair that matched his eyes and had a trim beard.She watched him pick up a glass and wipe it clean with a cloth and the surface of the glass gleamed under the light bulb set over the shelves stacked with bottles of beer.Cassie Richar
Dear Reader,I really hope you enjoyed this 42-chapter story that spun for over three months on Goodnovel and sadly but gloriously it has come to an end. An end that I believe I delivered quite well, having penned the final words of this story. The idea to develop it actually began way back in 2017 when I was still in high school and I'm finally glad to have been able to craft it much to everybody's liking. I really do hope it coined a spot in your libraries and with all that said, don't forget to drop a comment, a vote and also share this story to your fellow readers.Thank you.All characters, products & locations depicted in this literal set are fictitious and derivative of the writer's imagination. Any similarity to actual persons living or dead is simply coincidental; no infringement inferred.&nb
S O M E T H I N G H A D B E E N particularly bothering Diana Roberts just two weeks after the battle. Nicolas Johnson had known this when he had called, asking her to meet.Diana had therefore found herself walking up to a restaurant in Midtown Atlanta. She was about to go inside when—"Diana, over here, " she spun around to spot Nick seated on one of the tables set outside the restaurant. There was a couple talking and laughing in one; a mother wiping away a drop of ketchup that had dripped on her son's shirt and then there was Nick."Hi," Diana said, taking a seat and facing Nick."Hey," his dark hair was short, matching his dark eyes as he beamed at her."Actually, there's something I wanted to tell you," Diana bit her lower lip that was as red as her hair.Nick rested his hands on the table, ushering her to go on.
PETER DENTON ANDREWS1981-2030Beloved Friend & Hero CAROL1987-2030Beloved Friend & HeroA week after the apocalyptic event, two gravestones stood erect above the earthly ground and the inscriptions above had been carved on them. The stones glistened slightly in a glossy fashion as rivulets of water droplets trickled down them due to the light shower that precipitated from the grayish clouds that morning.The cemetery at Brookhaven was packed with people dressed in black—all of whom were standing somberly—a few of them with umbrellas quivering over the
T H E P E N T A G O N W A S in turmoil, everyone bustling about, working behind computers, pacing to and from rooms or barking orders and requests. This was after new footage had begun to be broadcast by satellites. Madam Secretary was one of the many people who were watching, alongside the Army General, the Chief of Staff of the Air Force and the entire UN Summit all the way from New York.Victoria Courtney had returned to the Pentagon around seven hours ago, having come from the Kennedy Space Center in Florida. Everybody had been pressuring her to take more action as the brutal battle outside continued to escalate. She had adamantly cut off all of them, not wanting to put at risk the lives of civilians.Two hours earlier, it was confirmed that the extraterrestrial life forms had all been destroyed by the heroes of Atlanta. This included the Amarok army and the Legion of Death—but the Pentagon had no idea that
I T W A S M I D N I G H T in Atlanta City when both Viper and Hermes had decided to take on the goddess of war and death. Elektris erupted in a burst of sizzling white light that was accompanied with flashes of lightning of the same color. The flashes struck out dangerously in all directions and Jenna alongside the others had to fall back—all except for two—Viper and Hermes. They charged towards her, both of them throwing great bolts of lightning at her which blended in a radiant blue-green. The bolt struck Elektris but she hardly finched, knocking away the bolt of lightning as if it had been a stick thrown at her. Her body still aglow with the white lightning, she began to spin, discharging the lightning flashes so that they darted out like electrified projectiles. Viper and Hermes ducked and dodged, performing all kinds of evasive maneuvers to avoid getting hit. Elektris then stopped, the lightn
“Y O U W I L L D I E for that!” Hermes spoke with words that came out as pure rage. He had said shortly before summoning all of his might and burst through the wrecked ground, moving so fast that debris was sailing all around him. He had just witnessed the supposed death of Viper and Lucas, having seen how Elektris had used Reign on them, destroying them to nothing. He rammed hard into Elektris, sending both of them flailing high up into the night air. His hair billowed against the wind and was no longer crowned with his petasos which had fallen off his head back at the park. Hermes was blinded with fury, delivering blow after blow that sent the goddess even higher into the air until Atlanta was no longer in sight. Elektris reeled backwards with every blow, most of which connected with her jaws and flashes of blue lightning would ripple out with every attack. One would
T H E R E W A S A N eerie and dark ominousness that had befallen the city of Atlanta, following the most inexplicable events that had managed to transpire in the last fourteen hours and it was not just Atlanta. No. This could be felt and seen all over the planet. It had started with the strange visuals coming from the skies. Terrified people from San Francisco were hurrying to evacuate California, moving into Mexico and Canada after the attack on the Golden Gate bridge which then lay split in half, both of its ends dipping into the Pacific. Others from Nigeria reported having seen what they could only associate with the Devil, stating that demons had tore through Lagos Island, wreaking havoc and unleashing chaos as they did so. This was also similar in Brazil after a bright white light had been spotted pouring out of the sky over the city of Rio d
A V E R Y L O U D thumping suddenly emanated. It was coming from the village’s entrance. It sounded like a hundred hammers all hitting the ground alternatingly and the ground shook, dust quickly levitating and clouding the night air. Something else accompanied the hammering noise. Strange snorting noises similar to that of a breathing animal—about a dozen of them.The once tranquil vicinity and night of silence was plunged into a noisy mayhem when there came a very shrill cry that was enough to send both Natasha and Lucas springing up in bed as well as the rest of the villagers.“What the hell was that?” Lucas asked, the enstranged look on Natasha's face telling him she had heard it too.“I&md
S H E H A D A W O K E N with a start, probably from a dream she had had. Natasha sat up on her bed and could see some light coming through the hut’s closed window and could tell it was morning. She then got the urge to pull herself out of bed after which came the hard part—standing. Natasha heaved herself up ever so painfully, fighting through her upset legs and finding the walking staff that Sang had give her, propped its arm rest under her right shoulder and the pressure on her legs loosened. She exhaled and made for the door. Outside, Natasha could see people going about their business in the rising sun that was barely visible over the horizon. She realized that she had gotten up a bit earlier. Cows were being herded out onto the small patches of grass while others were being milked. A young boy ran with a scruffy looking dog away from the village before stopping to lap at water from a flowing