Welcome to my blog for Under Falling Skies. I no longer have any stories posted here, but take heart, soon my stories will available on Amazon as ebooks. Once they're available you can bet there will be a link here.
Under Falling Skies is a series of short stories I am writing that take place after a my two novels (not yet published). They are set on Earth, after the arrival of alien humans, or voor, and the mysterious disaster that ended their efforts at peaceful contact, known as The Splitting. This series is working toward a specific end, though not all stories I have posted will build toward that end. However, even after the 'last' story in this series is posted I plan to insert new stories or follow suggestions for new ones. If you have a suggestion for a story you would like me to write in this setting, (or in the setting of any of my novels) let me know about it. If you like a particular story and would like to see more of those characters, let me know about that too.
I do not plan to publish or write the stories in any particular order, and each one is part of a larger picture. So think of them as pieces of a larger picture, a puzzle for you to put together. Expect future updates as more of my writing becomes available.
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Under Falling Skies
What voices carry on the wind,
What silent doom does starlight tell?
Time shapes to twisted ends,
The friends you once knew well.
Long calls the lonely sky,
Longer calls the placid hall.
Such boredom drives great men to die,
To see the stars, but ignore their call.
Powers echo in the night,
Dying and forgotten gods.
Songs of sorrow and vanished light
Inspire some to fight the odds.
So are our lives under falling skies,
Empty paradise and petty wars.
What stranger truth above us lies,
Than is found beneath our floors?
Who will pay the debt of wrath,
Or who will stand against the tide?
At last behold the stormy path,
To face such fate and still abide?
So seize the hour, fear not the skies,
Cast out upon that starry sea.
For whether we may live or die,
Our world shall be forever free!
I really enjoyed this poem. The words have conviction. It feels as though the words are setting the stage for the upcoming story. I like the lines where you spoke of what boredom does to men and how we fight against the odds. That was powerful. Are you a musician?
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