Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

“The Cursed Forest,” I whisper, pushing aside a clutch of reeking, barbed fibers with the flat of my sword.  “There are entities here that feed off pain and misery—things that would lay eggs in our guts while we still drew breath.”

“Truly?”  My companion Klyshale Firefringe throws me a skeptical look.

“Indeed.”  I scan the forbidding twists of evil plant matter.  

We trod forward for a couple of minutes.  My entire body has become an antenna, trying to detect the slightest disturbance in the breeze or the light.  Dust-spotted moonbeams spear through the woods, flickering ominously as winged creatures dart across their breadth.

“Klyshale,” I whisper.  “Ready your bow.  If we encounter any flyers, it might come in handy.”

No response.

“Klyshale?”

I turn around.  He’s gone—nowhere to be seen.  I snap my sword up into guard.

“Klyshale?  KLYSHALE!”  My voice echoes back to me in varying tones:  amused, accusatory, frightened, angry.

Beads of sweat form on my brow.  I need to get out of here.  Seven Hells, if I can’t see what’s coming, then—

A tortured howl sounds from directly behind me.  I spin in place, glimpsing a toothy maw and slimy tentacles.  One of them wraps around my ankle.  I cut it in two with a downward swing.  The others shoot toward me and my sword transforms into a glinting blur, slicing madly through a mess of wriggling, churning tendrils.  Another howl shoots through the air, making something rupture deep inside my skull.  Warm blood pours from my nose and ears.  As my vision hazes red, I realize I am well and truly fucked.

So I open my eReader to Echo, activating its reality distortion powers.  Magic flash.

My body starts expanding, and I suddenly realize I was only half an inch tall.  As I grow into a full-sized man, everything makes perfect sense.  The Cursed Forest.  The nightmarish predators.

I was trapped in Gary Busey’s hairy, fetid asscrack.

I beat a quick retreat, running out the door as Gary tosses and turns atop a yellow-stained mattress.  As the door bangs shut, I catch a glimpse of him scratching his nuts with nicotine-lined fingernails.

Whew—that was CLOSE!

 

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3 thoughts on “Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

  1. Then She said, “Dad, I am not scared when you cry, nor disoriented or lost. Simply, I love that you cry and want to see more of your tears in life. I want to know you in all the ways you are light and dark. I love you, and that is why I cry with you, “Dad..””

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