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.
Unfortunately, most of us have experienced some level of betrayal. However, it can become lethal when lives are on the line.
Especially during war, be super careful whom you trust. Terrible way to live, but essential for survival.
Sad.
Book Excerpt
Postcards From the Future
When Donny and I came to, Wendy was already awake. She said, ‘You’re not gonna believe this, but they’re gone.’ ‘Who’s gone?’ Donny asked, and she said, ‘The kill squad, dummy! I mean aren’t you wondering, just a little, why we’re still alive? I am!’ She pulls out her .44 Mag and we followed her around to the front. She showed us Tom’s clothes, which were laying there crumpled in the middle of the parking lot in a pile of dust along with his flare gun. Then she took us out to the field from where the kill squad had been firing at me and it was the same thing: piles of camouflage gear, uniforms, backpacks, night-vision goggles, boots, weapons, you name it – and every pile covered in dust. None of this made any sense. Donny thought it was a trap, but that didn’t make sense either because they would have found us lying unconscious behind the lodge and simply killed us. Wendy said that what happened was probably another Pollen, like the one our parents went through before we were born. I didn’t even think of that; I mean that never even occurred to me – I was just too fucked-up and confused. Then Margaret, Del, and Mike walk out of the lodge toward us looking every bit as confused as us. Donny pointed over at Tom’s pile of clothes and said, ‘You guys could sure use some lessons in how to pick friends!’
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