Rood Der: 18: Cataclysm

By Douglas Christian Larsen

Rood Der: 18: Cataclysm. The world of High Vale scrambles in disbelief as reality turns inside out, and the Sisters collide and war in the skies, creating such havoc that possibly none might survive the great Cataclysm.

How deep are we, immersed in this world we call reality? How many turtles down do we go, in this discombobulated, mixed-metaphor, rabbit-hole world?

Their world might be based on Ayn Rand, her writings, philosophies, and her U.S. Presidency, but how dense are their numbers compressed, and for how long will their simulation even run? This little group has been provided an exit, but would anyone be rude enough to dare and leave their very own reality?

Take the Rude Dare, and Cross over, where data is data, through the Red Door. From the author of Vestigial Surreality comes the new serial novel, Rood Der.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: May 7, 2017
• ISBN: 9781365947667

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Rood Der: 18: Cataclysm

Rood Der: 18

Cataclysm

The Sunday SciFi-Fantasy Serial

by Douglas Christian Larsen

ISBN: 978-1-365-94766-7

© Douglas Christian Larsen 2017

Evening drew nigh, the sun just faded, and the night birds were just beginning to sing, with the nocturnal insects warming up their instruments. The mountains reflected the last of the light in a luminous glow, and all the world stilled at evening’s approach, with the Sister moons about to appear at either side of the sky. Always the larger moon, the Honey Moon, the great blue moon, edged into the sky first, and perhaps five minutes later the small green moon, the Story Moon would rush into the sky, moving much more quickly than her larger sister.

As the light of the sun faded two strange creatures, shaped like men, met and gazed at each other in surprise. They looked very much alike, although one was inhumanly white, while the other was inhumanly black. They looked like sculptures of metal, or snow, but they were very much alive, and they started when they saw each other, and then they laughed. It was almost like one shape looking into a mirror, but which was the image, and which the reality?

They embraced with equal force, and then simultaneously, held each other back to fully appreciate the other, and then they laughed again, but then, even without speaking, they looked as one at the moons, and then, hand in hand, the black man and the white man began to run, dashing at great speed.

Tonight, something was very different. This evening, the Story Moon came rushing out upon the stage of night several minutes prior to the appearance of the Honey Moon. And tonight the smaller, green moon seemed to bob in its path, spinning somewhat erratically. Like a drunkard tripping through the heavens, the Story Moon staggered and tripped. After ten minutes of this racing display, the Story Moon seemed to increase in speed, spinning even faster.

Very late, the Honey Moon