Despondent about the Earth’s ecological state, an old, grey scientist named Arthur Quisling entered his six-by-eight, pyramid-shaped Dimensional Flier. In search of better universes, his yellow ship, which was capable of elongating and navigating through celestial holes, left our flawed planet behind.
Acclimated to Armageddon, the Earth awaited its fate.
Bob McNeil is a writer, spoken word artist and illustrator of some modest renown. Influenced by the Beats, he attempts to address the needs of our human mosaic.
Hope to hear more about Mr Quisling’s adventures!!
Arthur Quisling’s despondency strikes a chord. Just a few days ago I exchanged messages with a Facebook friend about the plight of African American males in this society. I told him I wanted to go to Saturn where Stevie Wonder says the snow is orange and people don’t need cars because they have learned how to fly. I sympathize with Quisling. I hope he finds what his heart desires out there! The nightmare has become real life, down here below.
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brilliant, bob mcneil delivers a striking yet provocative and thought rendering tale of sci-fi … this gentlemen has talent above the average and keeps his audience coming back for more.
A deep write within a direct cosmic connect, holds the vital thread of existence dear for planet earth’s fate is coming near. Bravo, dear Bob!
Excellent wordsmithing and freeflowing thought. I’ll be looking forward to digesting more of your creativity .