Forced Freefall

Forced Freefall

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In 2593, Isaac Jordan has been arrested, although he is innocent. A bank robber dropped money beside him as he ran, and poor, starving Isaac was forced to grab the three dollars. The local detectives convicted him of being an accomplice in the supposed conspiracy. But the ruthless government doesn't give you the liberty of prison, the luxury of jail. You receive the punishment of being thrown off of a plane. Certain death, in other words. But when Isaac rebels, and allows the pilot to join him, he parachutes to the island, along with the pilot. Will the pilot betray him? Will Isaac live to reach the land again? Will they come across others? Read Forced Freefall to find out! The following is a work of fiction. Most parts of this story are nearly impossible. Any resemblance to real events, occurrences, or persons is merely coincidental. © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.) Cover credit goes to @ZeAlmighty This book tied for second place in the 2014 Watty Awards, run by Lovelykitty3. Those are not the real Watty Awards. KenMagee, author of Dark Tidings (previously in Science Fiction top 15) said: "I really like the plot"
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Once, this world was painted in hues of green and blue,alive, breathing, and free. Now it lies cloaked in dust and sorrow, so pale that even the sky weeps in pity. Where wings once danced across endless skies, not a single feather dares to fall. The colours of life were stolen and those who took them, know their guilt too well. But isn't that the rhythm of life itself? To fall, to bleed, to rise again? Life was meant to be free wild as the wind, untamed as hope. Yet now, that life flickers...its final light trembling beneath the weight of despair. Until they came, the "saviours," wrapped in golden lies. They promised colour, promised salvation, but in the dark, they only snuffed out more stars. And just when the world's last song was about to fade life defied its own ending. It gave birth to something forbidden. Unnatural. Unwanted. Unbreakable. They were the echoes of rebellion souls forged in silence and fire. The world would tremble again, its nights filled with screams of the dark for the light these Unnaturals would ignite. For they were no longer just outcasts. They were "Revolutionaries" rising against the shadowed throne of a corrupted order, against the lies that chained the truth, and against the hands that silenced every voice that dared to speak. And through their defiance, the world would remember, that even in the deepest dark, light is born from those who refuse to bow.

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