Author of The Seventh Age books Dawn and Dystopia. Winner of Nerdist Contest. Contributing author f...
Thank you everyone for your support so far! Currently we've made it to the top 4-5 by 1 reader. As a celebration, I've sent everyone chapter 3. Chapter 2 should already be up for everyone to read. Now we begin the long drive to maintain the spot. I'm in the top 5! This means if I can hold it till sept 30th we actually get picked up.
As this contest gets near it's end, there will be a massive push by everyone on these boards. So please if you can, identify at least one friend you know you can lean on to pledge over the next 15 days. I'll put chapters 4, and 5 up as the contest keeps going. But no more after that! Chapter 5 will complete Mikes intro into the world. So... stay tuned!
Doctor Joseph Daneka had a small office above a Chinese noodle joint on the north side of the city. Mike walked up the narrow staircase, reminding himself to never eat at the Chinese place again.They left their food in large plastic bins to marinate and used them prop open the door to the hallway, causing the entire stairwell to have a sickening smell of meat mixed with sweet and sour sauce. Every time Doc brings it I end up eating it. Not this time Doc. Not this time.
Walking into the . . .
The adrenaline caused his heart to race faster as sweat endeavored to form on his face, only to be whisked away by the cold winds of the creeping November winter in Chicago. Twenty-one floors high, Mike Auburn stood on a six-inch I-beam looking at the city below him. The sun, blood-red on the horizon, added a grim look to the city when mixed with the swaths of people leaving their daily jobs. Go back home to your reality TV and frozen pizza. Mike thought.
I’m out here for a reas. . .
The adrenaline caused his heart to race faster as sweat endeavored to form on his face, only to be whisked away by the cold winds of the creeping November winter in Chicago. Twenty-one floors high, Mike Auburn stood on a six-inch I-beam looking at the city below him. The sun, blood-red on the horizon, added a grim look to the city when mixed with the swaths of people leaving their daily jobs. Go back home to your reality TV and frozen pizza. Mike thought.
I’m out here for a reas. . .
