Bubbles of Fear: contos, #1

By Ricardo Almeida

In a world where the office is an ostensibly safe haven, Friday becomes the stage for an unimaginable twist. Blake, on the verge of wrapping up another workweek, sees his life take a dark turn when normalcy is abruptly interrupted.

At 3 p.m. on that fateful Friday, as Blake prepares to finalize the weekly report, the narrative unfolds into a compelling plot. Intrigues and dialogues among colleagues reveal nuances of everyday life, but everything changes when blaring sirens pierce the air.

The reader is immersed in a world of mystery as a yellow fog blankets the street, turning the clear view into a menacing scenario. Suspense heightens as a helicopter, concealed by the fog, issues urgent and terrifying messages.

The narrative becomes a survival game when the directive is clear: do not go outside under any circumstances. The plot unfolds as characters struggle to comprehend what is happening outside.

The arrival of Milo, desperate to reunite with his family, adds an intensely emotional layer. Readers face an anguishing choice as Joe, determined to keep the fog at bay, rejects Milo's plea for help.

The text culminates in a moment of pure terror as a blood-curdling scream echoes, revealing the presence of something indescribably horrifying in the streets. Doubt hangs over Milo's fate as colleagues find themselves torn between compassion and fear.

In "The Yellow Fog - Surviving the Unknown," the skillfully crafted narrative creates an atmosphere of suspense and desperation, keeping the reader eager to unravel the mysteries behind the yellow fog and confront the impending unknown. Brace yourself for an emotionally intense journey full of twists in a setting that challenges the notions of safety and normalcy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ricardo Almeida
• Release date: Nov 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223817901

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Bubbles of Fear (contos, #1)

I was about to go home, but after everything that had happened, I guess staying later at

work is what saved my life that day.

It was 3pm on a Friday and I was about to submit the final report for the week.

Any plans for the weekend Blake?

My coworker Joe asked as he leaned at my desk.

And just going to sleep until I can't sleep anymore, I replied.

Well, we're almost out of the woods and just one more week until the deadline, he said.

Yeah, well, if the client isn't satisfied, then we wasted a lot of time.

And he does look like the type that's never satisfied.

Goodbye guys, Dustin said in passing as he headed for the exit, and we waved him off silently.

You see that guy, Joe crossed his arms.

3pm and boom, he's out of the office, not one minute later.

There is a female voice, a shouting from the back of the room.

Hey Joe, did you send me that thing I asked?

I'll send it to you on Monday, Joe shouted back.

You turn back to me and rolled his eyes saying a quiet.

And then there's Jessica never leaving the office.

I suddenly nodded at tapping the entry key on my keyboard and shutting down the computer.

You're gonna head home soon.

I asked as I packed my things.

Yeah, and a few, I gotta finish one thing.

Well you take it easy now Joe, you know that the company doesn't encourage staying late

on a Friday.

I winked at him as I stood up.

Joe was about to say something but he was rudely interrupted.

A noise blared so loudly that I thought my ear drums would pop out.

Sirens.

Although I could tell their source was really far away, it was still agonizingly loud.

My coworkers put their hands over their ears, shouting something but I couldn't hear them

over the sound of the sirens.

Still wailing dropped and then completely ceased but only for a moment.

What the?

It was all that Joe had managed to mutter.

Before the sirens had started blaring once more, rising in tone and remaining constant

for another 10 seconds or so, before stopping once more.

I myself had been holding my hands over my ears and bracing myself for another blare.

Luckily it never came.

What was that?

Christian, our manager asked, emerging from his office.

An enemy attack and maybe somebody decided to go for a preemptive strike.

Lorraine said, as the remaining six of us who were still in the office gathered around.

What did not, Christian said, as he turned his gaze to the window.

The rest of us jerked our heads in the same direction and my jaw dropped to the floor.

The street outside, which was clearly visible on a normal day, was completely obscured by

a yellow looking fog.

We rushed to the window, squinting to try and see something.

I couldn't make anything out further than a few feet away.

The entirety of the view providing nothing but yellow.

Is that smog?

Joe asked, leaning forward to the point of almost pressing his face against the glass.

We stared in silence for a moment, before another sound which I had likened to an engine worrying

appeared.

At first I couldn't tell what it was but as it got louder, it became apparent that the

worrying was actually coming from a helicopter and it was somewhere above the building even

though we couldn't see it.

Please go inside the closest building that you