The FFFFFFUUUURRRRRTTTTHHHHERRRRR Journals of Ramon Atila

 Solara In the boundless expanse of the cosmos, where stars flicker like distant memories and galaxies stretch into infinity, there existed an alien named Solara. Solara was no ordinary being; she was a wanderer of time and space, a silent guardian of forgotten lives. Her purpose was profound, her duty unyielding: to ensure that every life, no matter how fleeting or overlooked, was remembered. Solara carried with her a magic wand, a delicate instrument forged from the light of dying stars. With it, she could capture the essence of a soul, weaving their story into the eternal tapestry of the universe. She had no home, no companions, only the endless journey through the ages. One day, Solara found herself on a desolate, sun-baked planet. The air was heavy with sorrow, and the cracked earth seemed to weep beneath her feet. In the distance, she saw a small figure curled beneath a skeletal tree. As she drew closer, she realized it was a child, frail and gaunt, their eyes hollow with hun...

  Infinite chapter 2 30,000 BC — THE VALLEY.  His tribe called him Long Hair. He was the artist, inventor and doctor of the tribe. He was officially a male gatherer, and not a hunter. What Long Hair lacked in strength for hunting, he made up for in intelligence and wisdom. He organized the meals, and made beautiful cave art. But, alas, Long Hair couldn’t protect his tribe from the attacks from the Fat Nose Tribe. The fat nose tribe was a rival tribe in the valley. Long Hair belonged to the Long Nose Tribe. They were sophisticated and cultured compared to the Fat Nose Tribe. The fat nose tribe were a brutal and mercilessly violent set lead by their leader Fat Nose. He was a dark man with a bulky head and a swift, ruthless attack style. Upon several confrontations with the long nose tribe, fat nose couldn’t help but notice the sophistication in their tools and materials. The innovation in their engineering. Eventually both tribes would come together after a savage war. Fat Nose ...

Raymond Cruz: Demon Hunter    Chapter 26 March 7, 2025 — 5:04am. Elevator doors swing open, and a dark, quiet man steps out. His beard as black as his sport coat and slacks. His tan-coloured face, his solemn hazel eyes turn into a shifty stare    as he surveys the cold concrete hallway.    At the end of the way, a young bus boy in a red bow tie holds open a steel door to let in his collection of garbage bags.  The dark, quiet man suddenly calls out: ‘Hold the door, please!’ the young bus boy motions to him to come over. The dark man hauls two thick, industrial-sized garbage bags out of the elevator and waddles over to the bus boy at the steel door with them in hand. The bus boy holds open the door to reveal a tiled alcove that smelled of putrid waste. In the center, a greasy-rimmed hole that led to a dark, seemingly-bottomless Pitt. The man stares. ‘Garbage chute,’ the bus boy says, smiling at him. He continues to stare into the bottomless Pitt. ‘Don’t...