Foreword to Survival
Hello One and All,
What you are about to read, and experience has never been done here before.
A complete novel, forty-seven chapters written
solely by twenty-three writers here on Prose.
Each character, every development came from the minds and talents
of these wonderful people and they are to be commended
for their talent, desire, and drive to see this through.
At the conclusion of each chapter, you will see the writer’s name.
Each of them had to put up with me over many areas of confusion
at times and wouldn’t surprise me at some point they wanted
to “cyber strangle” me. But when it was all said and written,
collectively, we came to what I feel, and what they feel is a stunning
conclusion, as well as interesting and adventurous circumstances
throughout that brought an ending worth all of our time and effort put forth.
If you never read another novel in your life, then this one
should be the one your eyes need to feast on.
Over the course of the next 47 days, beginning this Thursday, you can ride
along with us and read what each of us has seen, and yet, this will
be the first time each writer will see this in its entirety from
beginning to end, minus the standard misspellings
and other errors that happen to us all.
Consider this a teaser until Thursday.
Collectively those who were involved are:
Famewriter – HandsOfFire – Finder - anarosewood - JaneF – MidnightInk Moonsinger128 – PaperbackFish - weather_green - GinelleColour - Chacko_Stephen Mnezz -Thereisnospoon – Wordlove – TeaRise - Scratch77 - EvelynDawn
Firstborn60 - 1912writer -Trousers - chainedinshadow - TW - Danceinsilence
I also want to give a special shout out
to SadieBug, who, for all practical reasons
became my second set of eyes,
helping with the editing.
Her help has been beneficial to all of us.
Normally, you would simply flip the page, but in this case just scroll down—and enjoy.
“We must stop them before they do irrevocable harm. Give the order.” said the president.
It was an ordinary day in June of 2024, no different than the day before. People were scurrying to work. Others were lounging along a beach somewhere. Kids were playing, lovers were loving, and simply put—life moved on.
The world was getting back to business since the final and permanent cure for Covid was put in place back in March and distributed worldwide. Yes, life was getting to be good again.
But it all stopped with a blinding flash of light and immense explosions not heard since Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Screams barely heard amidst the noises of crumbling buildings, streets and highways torn asunder. Fires broke out in huge numbers, and people died.
All that was left to hear were the after rumblings. The world went silent.