The Dead Are Living

The Dead Are Living

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This is a world where the earth exploded to bits. The only thing left is a few pieces of land and ocean, tiny in comparison to the rest of the earth, and what it used to be. Now a smaller core of the earth has been created, ad these pieces of land float around it, called contimets, are to go in it eventually. On no contimet in particular, there is fresh water, there is 4 zones of land including the frozen desert, where the sand dwellers live, the jungle, where the new cave men simply exist, the plain-lands, where bandits rule, and the ruined city, where mutants roam freely. This is the perspective of four people from this contimet.
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&quot;The jungle encircles a golden network of lights bright enough to match the moon, a megacity bigger than London, taller than New York. It stretches out below us, its silver light screaming out of every inch and orifice. I can see palaces with their spires fashioned in the style of claws, skyscrapers corkscrew into the sky like drill picks jutting from the centre of the earth. Dotted around these are blue pyramids made of something that burns the eye, shops, warehouses, halls, walls and things that twist the brain and bewitch the eye, towers summited with beacons of frozen light, every building seems an architectural impossibility built from this bronze matter. A stone path of painted gold snakes its way around impassable stalactites tipped with silver snow and slowly makes its way across the forest on its path to the city. I stand a figure on the edge of this, less than an ant against the background of an Olympus.&quot; Victor is stranded in a world gone mad. Now edited and completed! This is a story that will soon be printed in a collaborative novel of short stories. Its been tough but it is finally done. Having said that please critique this to high heaven reviews are always appreciated :).

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