Storygram #22
The Nobel Prize. An honor he had dreamed of achieving. In his dreams he would enter the stage riding on the applause of his colleagues and admirers.
Storygram #21
The lightning storms had become our main threat. Streaks that would surround and surge through entire cities like a fog–a fog that was blinding and deadly.
Storygram #5
It used to be his routine to get himself cleaned up as the sun greeted him in his bathroom. Shaving and presenting himself in his best form for the rest of humanity was something he valued. Now, he valued only one thing.
Storygram #4
She could do it. It wouldn’t be so bad to jump.
Storygram #3
“But if you carry the knowledge that you actually finished this race throughout your life, who knows what all you might finish?”