The first drops of rain were a relief; the dry earth lapped them up greedily. Eventually the ground’s thirst became satiated, and the puddles started to grow. When the road washed out we began gathering at the church, not just to pray, but because it was built on a hill.
Tyler lives in Denver, where he works as a bartender, writes, and plans his next adventure.
Their insignificant lives were in her hands now; she felt no mercy. How oblivious of them to invoke her wrath by trespassing. She’ll effect a flood and watch them drown in pleasure. She was their god.
“Maria, lunch!” her mom called.
She left the ant-infested candy jar open.
Yassi has won numerous titles in her lifetime including “tempestuously capricious” and “absurdly ineloquent”. She has also twice broken the Guinness World Record in Procrastination: once was in college during submission of her thesis, and the other, unfortunately, is taking place now, working on her writing assignment. Sad, really…
He dreamed of flying.
Every day he stayed home, sequestered himself in his workshop, and pursued his dream.
He considered himself the Noah of the twenty-first century. The global flood was coming, and he would live in the sky.
But he was not this era’s Noah: he was its Daedalus.
The wind blew through the trees as the rain pelted down, streaming off the slate roofs, cascading like four waterfalls into the waterlogged courtyard. Three feet deep, and the living room had started to flood.
Janey looked to Max, the brilliant, infallible architect, and scowled.
“You’re kinda stupid, aren’t you?”
MCM is the creator of the award-winning series “RollBots” as well as the author of many books, including “Typhoon”, “Fission Chips” and “The Vector”, all of which were easier to write than this story. You can read and buy his writing at http://1889.ca.