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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A Portal Opens
In a violent storm at sea Captain Deng Tougher clutches his golden compass. The South Pacific Ocean swells lifting the yacht 20 feet in the air before sinking 10 feet below sea level. The raucous roar of thunder, the perennial parade of lighting, and the endless inundation of rain, were not enough to tamper the spirits of this seafaring hero.
By Cyrus Emerson4 years ago in Fiction
The Return of Lucky Aces
The steem train charged down iron tracks with golden spikes. The wheels turning tirelessly in mechanical motion, a well oiled machine. The landscape a barren white sand desert, while in the blue sky copper gyro copters kept cameras on the train for the Steemworld broadcast of the Championship Poker Game.
By Cyrus Emerson4 years ago in Fiction
Green Light
In the sky, they could see a small green light streaking across the stars. The Hemp Satellite had taken flight thanks to Mr. Fujimoto. On a small table, in the backyard garden of the European Associate, sat a laptop computer displaying the information being relayed from the green light in space.
By Cyrus Emerson4 years ago in Fiction
Old Barn
Now Henry Bear could hear the attack helicopter drawing near. He stood alone in the old barn with plans for his Hemp Satellite spread before him on an ancient table of coarse wood. The blue print could survive the dust and discarded hay, only he would not be able to live if the war machine spinning in the air outside got its way.
By Cyrus Emerson5 years ago in Fiction
Books of the Blackout
“Do you even hear what I’m saying?” Desmond Mayday looked up from his cell phone. He sat, sprawled out on the white leather couch, in their Los Angeles condo. On the television the LA Rams played a Monday Night Football game. He’d been on Twitter following the new star player of the Los Angeles Lakers. As a Vice President of Public Relations, and a former star player, Desmond knew he’d be answering a lot of questions.
By Cyrus Emerson5 years ago in Fiction
