Cyrus Emerson
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Cyrus Emerson's new audio drama "Buried Alive" now available on Headfone: headfone.co.in/channel/buried-alive/
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Barn Owl: Night Owl - Part 2
Just like most solar systems this one had an oort cloud of ice rocks where the spaceship hid to avoid detection in case advanced deep space observation units were in place. Without contact with Hoot for more than 200-years they couldn’t be sure exactly what they’d been able to develop, with the added chance of contact with other nearby solar systems, who could be monitoring this one.
By Cyrus Emerson4 years ago in Futurism
Barn Owl: Night Owl
The Jedi Master navigated through the darkness of space with the star map secure. Earth and the Russian named Hennadyi left behind. Whatever drama his life possessed would now have to play out free of intervention. The Jedi’s debt paid to the family that had watched over the case for more than a thousand-years with gold Roman coins.
By Cyrus Emerson4 years ago in Futurism
It’s a Cold Place Again
Hennadyi walked away from the grungy restaurant still thinking about the pigmy goat. No doubt it had been killed now for a paying customer’s feast. What it had been, with its shiny coat of hair and strong will to live; had now been consumed by someone living from one day to another like himself.
By Cyrus Emerson4 years ago in Futurism
What Goes Around, Comes Around
Dr. Luke Vader lit a cigarette and said, “well, let’s rip him open and take a look at what makes him tick.” The A.I. went right to work making an incision along Professor Daniel Angelus’ chest. The old man resembled a pale corpse with only his bright red nose veins displaying vitality as sickening as ever.
By Cyrus Emerson4 years ago in Fiction
Fasnachat Festival
March 2020 The mammal bleating turned into a blood curdling cry. Thuds and screams, as people began running toward Ben in panic. He searched wildly for Joelle in the bizarre still unaware of the danger. His calm demeanor eroding as the throng of bodies rushed passed him; his shoulders taking a beating as his feet began to slide with the flood of human bodies.
By Cyrus Emerson4 years ago in Fiction
Halloween 2018
An empty lake with a lonely row boat. Orange and red leaves dappled the ground in the cemetery. A black cat moved through the brush invisible, its yellow eyes peering through a pumpkin patch where ravens perched on a scarecrow. The birds cawed announcing the transition of the season from summer to fall.
By Cyrus Emerson4 years ago in Fiction
Franz Josef Land
The Russian destroyer Severomorsk arrived at Cape Heller on Wilczek Land, the second largest island in the Franz Josef Land archipelago, and dropped anchor into the infinite saltwater. The ship rested a couple of hundred meters offshore. Sailors on watch could see the flat table rock characteristic of the Wüllerstorf mountain range in the dawn light.
By Cyrus Emerson4 years ago in Fiction
