A teaser for my story.

Progress on my post apocalyptic tale is going strongly, and I have decided to release a small teaser within my story. This is partly to raise a little awareness among friends, and to gather a bit of feedback. ^^ So, ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on this...

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1145 hrs, July 5th 2018
San Diego, California
Interstate Highway 8

Throughout the journey from the Pacific beach till now, not a single word was uttered between the two. Fiona was shaken badly, and curled up in a featal position on the worn leather backseat. Having her legs retracted, she was in her own quiet, albeit moving, corner of the world. She tried to think. Had she not been so good at it? Why was her mind suddenly phased out? It was as though there was a party outside her head, and every single one of her brain cells were invited.

She had burrowed her head into the space between her knees and chest in quiet contemplation. Every once in a while curiosity got the better of her, and she peeked out the window. It was the same scene which scared her to no end: one of people desperately trying to get away, of untold atrocities done in the name of survival, of a world gone completely mad. Each time, she had hastily stuck her head back into the narrow space in denial. And every time she did that, hot tears came gushing from her eyes.

“I’m Clement,” came a hoarse voice which interrupted the noisy croaking of the engine, “you… are you okay?”

Fiona looked at the man with watery eyes. Although his eyes were on the road, every once in a while he would look back at her uneasily.

“No, I’m not okay. My mother is in New York, and I have no idea how to find her. For all I know, she could be, she… she could…” those was all the words Fiona could muster before her head collapsed into her knees and the dams in her eyes were opened again.




Clement stole a look at the pitiful creature. He was in a rough state, but still managed, although just barely, to keep his mind straight. He was always a survivor, not easily brought down by anything except the worst twists of fate. But this time, fate had thrown him a wild card.

He remembered the morning earlier. He recalled the wails that resounded across the neighborhood waking him up from his slumber. The panicked crowds he could see from his window. His radio suddenly cutting off the throaty voices of a singer, replacing it with an emergency message.

And yet, he managed to remain calm. Calm enough to notice old Mrs. Bailey drive through the streets on her red pickup towards the city just minutes before the commotion started. His mind was clear enough during the chaos to remember her granddaughter living with her. While fearing for his survival, an inner angel had so pleadingly asked him to save her. This time, his devil had nothing to say.

And now, here he was, with a brain-case in the back seat of his minivan. He wasn’t sure if she would compromise his chances of survival.

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Well, here's a snippet of my writing! If you have an opinion on the quality of this teaser, please do post a comment!


Although this story is hardly near-completion, I am planning on a second story, maybe turning it into a series in a long story, or just a novel. I'm turning away from apocalyptic fiction, and trying the romantic comedy genre. Sounds weird, yea I'm aware of that. I'm getting a bit ahead of my abilities... heh heh.


But, stay tuned for more news on my stories!

(P.S.: Any similarity to real life persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental. Thank You!)