Markers

By Lucus Anthony Ren

Should its entirety clearly be understood. How simple all of it was in recalling quickly, without warning, things change. Mostly with great vengeance. If the world slid down into some darken pit, not even the most insane could imagine that night, forming a thick stench-full river where clumps of malformed humans their arms reaching out of, where heads floated past who’s eyes had fallen showing only empty black holes and gaping toothless grins. Only people maintained any form at all, as buildings sank, along with cars, busses, all forms of transportation, leaving what moments ago, a routine world, disappearing into a collapsing, limitless, destination. The dams of Hell’s own imagination burst opened.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucus Anthony Ren
• Release date: May 28, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370226597

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Markers

Lucus Anthony Ren

Lucus Anthony Ren

Markers

© 2017, Lucus Anthony Ren

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Chapter 1

Yourself

A characteristic, everywhere, only witnessed, only known whereabouts, offered from its pervious, features only recognizable from those familiar. And always, an enigma, even for them. Till just an hour before, the last one seen being three years earlier, prior to your internment, four years ago.

On the way, never wanting to be late, especially for her, your appointment with Garland wasn’t as usual, planed, you drifted back into that first time. A moment it became clear. A particular fear, for there are many, formed its casual stroll upon you. Seeing their characteristics shaped where you laid, left behind when you passed before, along a precise alley, the fear grew into madness with that first Marker taking form.

Yes. A madness. Assuredly. One you’ll never likely forget, nor will others. Recorded now. Somewhere. Anyone caring to take notice your actions that dry, hot night certainly will find its details most interesting. Should its entirety clearly be understood. How simple all of it was in recalling quickly, without