Storygram #32
The abandoned store gave him an uneasy feeling, as if the windows had eyes. He checked his GPS, which displayed an error of having no satellite connection, but he didn’t want to wait.
Storygram #31
I gaze over the concrete wall that stretches for miles, encircling us. It is there to remind us of where the electric barrier and our incarceration begins. They are scared of us.
Storygram #30
He walked over to his computer. All he had to do was press the “Enter” key and the entire city would be under his control, held hostage until they returned his patents.
Storygram #29
He headed north, with his six year old daughter asleep in the backseat. She was tough, and he knew she would be fine. He wasn’t as sure about himself.
Storygram #28
The fires are here. The smoke is billowing ahead of them and beginning to flow around me. It threatens to seize my lungs, choking me into submission for the flames’ easy consumption.