Olduvai: An Index of Epochs

The Olduvai stories are moments in a history. A history where mankind has carried civilization like spores into the eternity beyond the blue glow of Earth's sky. While these stories may seem like a disjointed collection they are all part of a singular picture of humanity's ascension into an infinite unknown.

I. http://dimenovelsfromoblivion.blogspot.com/2014/02/thefamiliar-sound-of-his-wife-softly.html

II. http://dimenovelsfromoblivion.blogspot.com/2015/07/the-beast-how-temples-die.html

III. http://dimenovelsfromoblivion.blogspot.com/2014/06/olduvai-part-1-armeggdon-in-stars.html

IV. http://dimenovelsfromoblivion.blogspot.com/2015/05/musical-chairs.html

V. http://dimenovelsfromoblivion.blogspot.com/2015/02/jumpers.html

VI. http://dimenovelsfromoblivion.blogspot.com/2014/10/raison-detre-olduvai-story.html


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