A trio of authors - Andrew Charles Lark, Donald Levin, and Wendy Sura Thomson - produced this dystopian anthology.
Andrew Lark’s “Pollen” is a riveting, multiple point-of-view account of a strange atmospheric phenomenon that destroys humankind’s ability to reproduce, ushering in the extinction of our species.
Donald Levin’s “The Bright and Darkened Lands of the Earth” is a gripping tale set in a desperate, post-apocalyptic future where a heroic woman battles ecological and social collapse in an effort to save her tribe—and humanity—from certain annihilation.
Wendy Sura Thomson’s “Silo Six” is a suspenseful story of love and survival set far into the future, when the sun begins its transformation into a red giant and scorches the earth into a virtually uninhabitable cinder.
Wendy Sura Thomson is a 5-star author of Summon the Tiger, The Third Order, The Man from Burnt Island, and Postcards from the Future (as a contributing author.) She has several more works underway. She lives in Michigan with her beloved Setters and covets sipping coffee outdoors first thing in the morning, rain or shine., listening to the waterfall and the birds and watching [often with amusement] the pups explore.
Postards from he Future was written prior to the current pandemic. The first story in this three-novella anthology has as its premise a worldwide infection. Timely story! Have a read... then read the second and third stories. We are sure you will find them thought-provoking and entertaining at the same time.
Postcards From the Future
Eventually I found my way back to civilization but quickly determined that something horrible had happened to humanity. Information on Pollen was sketchy and vague in those early days, and legitimate news regarding the incident was soon overshadowed by conspiracy and paranoia. I laid low, kept to myself, and told no one about my inadvertent luck in quarantine on the submarine that kept me from being exposed to the slow death of Pollen. Sadly, in all the years since abandoning the submarine, I never heard from, nor saw any of my fellow crew members again; their sea-bloated corpses visit only in flashback and nightmare, tangled in kelp, and pummeled by surf.