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Dying of the Light [page 2]Dying of the LightDying of the Light [page 2] by Michel-le-fou
Evidence manifested in mid November that year and came earlier than Clifford and Puabi had expected. The observatories in Moscow, Washington and Arkham, Massachusetts, all noted the closer proximity of the dark stars. Puabi was anxious and feared the worst of this phenomenon.
"The lords of Nibiru will create havoc upon us, Clifford."
"Really, they had before now. Anyway, we must be ready for everything, darling."
"I am ready with you."
Their hour of testing arrived ten days before the start of December and they both girded for action. The union of the three planets in the Southern Hemisphere created severe conditions in the South Pacific and south Atlantic almost simultaneously. Gigantic waves, wrecked vessels and coastal town floods among other events.
Then the Coast Guards at Florida Keys alerted Washington about the strange apparition of something that resembled a fish or gill man but stood over six feet tall^. Smithsonian Institute also received this news.
Dying of the Light [page 1]Dying of the LightDying of the Light [page 1] by Michel-le-fou
The national observatory in Washington DC reported the phenomenon first. Then the other signatories of G10 acknowledged in their own time. The Sun was starting to shrink, to fizzle out. Nobody knew when it would die but they expected it to happen. After all, was it not the forebear of the solar system and itself several million years old, compared to Earth? The old finally die. What would replace it, if any star?
Washington hesitated to alert the public immediately. The din created by Orson Wells' broadcast of War of the Worlds was a stolid memory. Washington speculated as to the effect.
"Proceed cautiously. That is the rule."
"How long before total darkness?"
"Who knows? Maybe 100 years."
"If we're lucky, right?"
That week, within the first three nights after the report, Venus and her dark twin loomed in the northern sky and Nibiru*loomed steadily nearer from the south.
Scientists and observers including Cliffor
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Elise Brauer passed away only ten days before that fateful night. But her husband, who was always fond, could not forget her. Every night he sat at his piano and played, fondly, Fur Elise. Suddenly, on the ninth night since Elise died, he played it loudly enough that he could be heard outside in the lane. He played the song until night fell. Then he needed to stop and rest, but his heart dwelt on Elise and her death.
Out in the lane, there was a call from a familiar feminine voice.
"Hugo! Please play it again for me!"
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When the blood moon callsThe transformation always starts in the dark. We don’t need a full moon, we don’t need to wait until night falls but we do- every single time. We run far from home, sprinting until we can’t breathe and every muscle aches.
It’s an ugly thing, the metamorphosis, grotesque and uncontrollable. Bones break and flesh contorts in ways that are painful and unnatural. We scream ourselves raw but no amount of begging will stop it. Some of us change into something reptilian, a basilisk they’ve been called. With scales instead of skin and fangs dripping with venom, they slither unseen in the shadows. Others, like me, have fingers that turn into talons, wings sprouting from our backs- we shift into giants ravens with feathers so black they blend right in to the inky night.
We see in black and white, the lack of color usurped by our sharp senses. Color can be irrelevant, but not tonight. Tonight the blood moon rises and it’s the most breathtaking
I have been writing since secondary school where I began to receive recognition for my fiction as class assignments. In university I was a section editor for the school newspaper and continued writing stories and poetry as well as news articles and editorials. I received several awards. I received my Bachelor of Arts in English Literature from a good university and went abroad, to teach ESL to support my interests, [Writers never earn enough by writing!] I earned good pay and recognition for my skill in teaching too. Recently, I edited and wrote several dissertations. The students I wrote for passed viva voce and got degrees. |
My principle genres of fiction are horror and science fiction. Conditions do not warrant me to write long stories like before, but I can manage 10 pages.
Current Residence: Thailand
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Favourite style of art: surrealism
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Personal Quote: We do with our dreams and our imagination what is impossible to do in real life