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.
Andrew Lark, author of the first novella in our 3-story anthology, writes of a cataclysmic event that envelops humanity in an extremely pleasant, though eventually fatal, way. The only survivors are those not exposed to the catalyst.
Not sure I would want to be one left behind to survey the demise.
Postcards From the Future
I was an officer on the USS Michigan, a nuclear-powered submarine on the day that would come to be known as Pollen. We were on maneuvers in the Pacific Ocean off the west coast of the United States when I fell ill – grievously ill, as it turned out, so I was placed in hermetic quarantine in the submarine’s medical facility and put into a chemically induced coma. I have absolutely no recollection of the days leading up to my incapacitation, but remember only waking up stewing in my own soil and filth. I quickly discovered that the mechanical diaper that was supposed to keep me clean and sanitized had clogged. It took me hours in my weakened and emaciated state, but I was finally able to extricate myself from the various IV lines, feeding tubes, ventilators, and other devices that kept me alive—for many months unattended, as it turned out—and to this day I marvel at the fact that I didn’t contract a life-ending infection.