Dime Novels From Oblivion

As inhospitable as the desert can be the parched, arid lands are ideal for preserving the ancient cities built in the early days of civilization. These mostly abandoned settlements were scattered across the landscape quietly being buried in the sand. Still, there were some cities, archaic remnants of ancient kingdoms that had long since vanished, but life went on even as the old dynasties crumbled back into the enteral sand and the people settled around the ancient walls for hundreds of generations went about existence much the same as their vanquished ancestors. These places although mostly forgotten these forerunners of civilization existed alongside the electrified concrete and steel megalopolis that had come into existence in the final terminal stages of human-settled life. Just as in previous epochs this seemingly worthless place was where empires fought life and death struggles.  Just like the innumerable men of arms who were sent here to pacify these lands over they millenniums C…

"They answered the howl of the swelling inferno with a flesh offering. Mothers and fathers, with heavy hearts, fed their sons to the ravenous flames by the thousands hurling them onto the pyre with greater and greater abandon.  To their horror, their blood sacrifice only made the fires burn hotter until the blaze consumed the air itself, sucking it into its belly with a continuous roar that blasted like wind through the narrow corridors between the city blocks collapsing into the emerging hellscape,"

Corporal Bateman was only 20 years old when he found himself charged with leading a small collection of scattered soldiers through a thick and soggy jungle. Ancient trees with massive trunks that twisted out of the soft earth and covered with vibrant green moss kept them enclosed in an inescapable tropical labyrinth.
For the last two days, they followed the young corporal deeper and deeper into the dense disorienting  forests. The Corporal was as hopelessly lost as any of the men behind him, but the burden of rank weighed heavy in this instance. Faith in his leadership and the fact there was nowhere for any of them to desert to keep the ragged soldiers in line despite the jungle’s many unrelenting torments.
The saturated hair wrung every last drop of moisture from their flesh, beating a scarlet red by the sun that seemed to burn closer and brighter here than it did on the shores of the Atlantic. The raw, untested conscripts terrified by stories of cannibal shaman and other ferocious m…

In the natural world, the introduction of foreign microorganisms into new ecosystems could culminate into nothing less than unintended genocide. Even the fracturing of the leviathan landmass Pangea could not prevent these imperceptible life forms from making their way to fertile new grounds across the immense oceanic moats that kept life isolated. Some of these biologically automated killers greatly benefited from man's conquest of the seas and sky. Now the perpetually changing and evolving microbes enjoy a planet-sized Petri dish where they could endlessly recombine occasionally forming combinations that kill millions.
Despite some considerable efforts, humankind was never quite able to divorce the parallel world, they molded for themselves from the fundamental principles that underwrite tangible reality. Its collective existence was defined by the interactions between sentient beings which are invariably impossible to predict and control. Even when reality could be rearranged wi…

Lady Theresa Von Buchensteinwald De Moine was one of the best-kept secrets in the kingdom. Her 17th birthday had just passed, and she was already by anyone’s standards a stunning young lady. Honey blonde hair spilled over her smooth perfectly symmetrical shoulders. Her oval face was held high by a slender neck. It was a trail irresistible to the eye, and it led directly down to her lightly sun-kissed chest where her firm bosoms pushed up against her tightly bound dresses. Despite her remarkable beauty and blossoming body, the young lady didn’t have an active social life. She and her family had spent her entire life hidden away on the sole remaining stretch of land that had once been just a sliver of her family’s hereditary domain. They were the nobility of a by-gone order. Their ancestral lands gone, their titles meaningless, after 37 generations all that remained of their illustrious past was a castle crumbling against the current of passing the time. Theresa father Lord Baron Von B…