I love Furbys, I love most things about Furbys. They govern the poorly lit corners of my imagination, and sit very nicely with me. But despite my love for them, they require more love still. So, for awareness purposes, why don't you imagine something with me?
Imagine if Furbys were "real", so to speak, living flesh and bone. Genetically encrypted artificial beings whose only purpose was to play, to entertain the wealthy, created solely for the upper crust adolescence of the world.
Now imagine that, after millions upon millions of these amalgamate Furby were created, one day they suddenly fell out of style. Cursed, butchered, discarded and neglected all across the globe. You can only find Furbys for sale on the strangest, or most renowned websites our internet has to offer.
Could you afford... No, would you even WANT a Furby?
After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust.
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Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors.
Book One of the Snow Series
Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi
Watty's Shortlisted