He had just finished what could presumably be his first vacation from college life. Seeing his parents must've been something of a treat for him; he was normally never as contempt. It almost seemed as though nothing could ruin his night, but just as fate has a funny way of disturbing peace, the young man started to get a funny itch himself.
A young man on the north end of town stops at the one and only red light before hitting the south bend. At the end of this bend he'll encounter another light before hitting a major highway. After this he'll be on his way and never look back at his hometown again.
The young man had started to believe it was no coincidence that the hanging hill was placed directly across town from the Baron's dwelling. The dwelling had been a heightened point of judicial inquiry, or, rather, corporal punishment until proven indistinguishable within your own eyes when given a mirror. This young man watched as the... Continue Reading →
Another moment taken to muse over something in life.
With just a few days left before leaving the pod, Sam tries to enjoy the company of his old-but-new friend, Tims. Although recurring questions still flood his mind, for the first time in a long time, he feels a bit of peace.
After finding out there's more inside the pod than Sam could have imagined, he begins to question what's happened in the past. Although Dr. Isaac is still being cryptic and not telling him much at all, he meets someone who might be able to. Be sure to read while you can, only two chapter will remain up at a time to keep the my fingers typing onward. Find out what happens to the boy in the pod this week on Quarterstories.
After Dr. Isaac explains to Sam what's going on, he begins the first day of retraining his mind for the new world.
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Along the outermost stretch of tainted land, tucked away from the demolished cities, and nestled within the confines of a city merely kissed by the storms of the past lay a small, oval-shaped compartment out in the complex's field. It was the size of a small vehicle and held a dull-amber hue of rust, bearing heavy marks of wear along the top. To the rest of the world, this capsule was just another piece of archaic scrap, but to the young man who lay inside, it had been home for the past two hundred years.