Introduction
First off, I want to thank you for reading
this. And what is this, you ask. This is kind of a blog thing, where I
post short chapters of one or more stories. The point of this is to
allow for a faster and more enjoyable read of fantasy and sci-fi books,
without having to immerse yourself in the world of that work to
appreciate the story being told. This way, I can share small amounts of
enjoyment on a consistent and periodical manner while receiving
feedback from the readers, who can help me shape the story to some
extent. In the age of the internet, interaction is key. With that said, I
hope you like my works.
To start off, here is the Prologue to my
first “novel”, The Genarian Chronicles. To the right of the page you can
find a link to the full, continuous novel.
Prologue
“More wine, honey?” asked Jerome, while the
beautiful woman in red pyjamas stretched along the sofa. “No thanks”
replied Martha with a yawn. The night had just fallen upon the
never-sleeping metropolis of New York. Outside, the lights started
shining through countless windows and street lamps. Jerome turned off
the TV and got up, walking carelessly through the living room. “Is it
work again?” asked Martha, to which Jerome replied with a groaning
“Yeah, those asses keep mocking me for having been demoted. I don’t know
if I can stand the humiliation much longer.”, “Honey, it’s not your
fault. How could you know that Brothers Inc. was selling your jewels on
the black market?”, “Well, that’s what I was paid to do, to know, that’s
the whole point. They relied on me to handle the business with Brothers
Inc. And I failed. I deserve to be mocked…” cried Jerome lying on the
bed. Martha walked over and gently laid on top of him, and with a kiss
said “Don’t be too harsh on yourself. If you don’t show self-confidence,
things will never go back to what they used to be”. Jerome pushed her
aside. He was in no mood for jokes. “Just get back to the couch and
leave me to my thoughts” he begged with a mix of anger and sadness.
Martha did so, and Jerome felt pleased to see that she complied and
didn’t start a new «Why don’t you let me caress you?» speech. In his
mind dwelled only Mr. Dames, his boss, who one week ago had demoted him
from High Business Supervisor, and James. James Durt Anderson, the man
who had taken his place. He was now a servant, a slave of James, and had
he not been his rival throughout his whole career, he would just quit.
But no, this was a matter of pride. And pride is a man’s uttermost
treasure. His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden noise that appeared
to come from the street outside. He rushed to the living room, only to
find his lifelong beloved wife Martha petrified before the window. “What
is it?” he asked. Martha turned around, barely blinking, and after a
long gulp, she said, not without shedding a tear, “We are going to
die…”.
The sound they had heard before repeated, and
this time so loud that the windows shattered, and the couple dropped
hopelessly to the floor, shaken be the massive shock wave. Their ears
bled, they were deaf, and escaped the third sound, strong enough to
break apart most buildings near theirs. They felt the impact, and before
they could finish reading the words “I love you” in each other’s lips,
the 80 story building collapsed at the fourth impact.
And so did Earth.