This is a NOT a Senoj Story, Part Three Will Come Later This Week!

DESOLATE SABAODY ARCHIPELAGO

The clouds drifted over the lonely island, making a perfect circle as the ship docked. The captain of the crew whipped out his journal bound in smooth leather and wrote this once he settled himself on the mysterious island.

Island: Sabaody Archipelago

Though rudely deserted, this island holds immense beauty. The trees bloom into the sky and spread their branches, latching onto each other as one would do in a family portrait. The grass is oddly shiny and slick, but a very lush, light green. The water surrounding the island is warm and calm. But as my men slip around on this island, I notice the strangest thing. Bubbles…. They’re coming right from the earth, the ground and up, exploding out of the surface in clear, wet balls. They float up into the atmosphere high above the trees, and they burst, with a distinct sound, I think I should never forget it. A plush POP! These bubbles, somehow, are very different from any others I’ve ever witnessed. They are just different, and the reason is in my writing. Even though the island is quiet and peaceful, an uncanny, undeniable, sinister feeling is here, riding on my shoulders. And my men can feel it too. I don’t want to believe anything heinous can go on here, on this island because of its appearance. It’s serene, God’s masterpiece. The bubbles continue to float up and shatter into nothing. There is nothing odd here. But the scream I hear, it permeates through my soul. It tells me I am wrong. Now I am looking up, the thick silence bashed out and replaced by horrifying wails. My men have wandered off, as they usually do. I hear the bubbles popping in the sky as I watch my son play in the sand. POP! My boy vanishes into thin air, gone… POP!

I hope you enjoyed the short story. Just want to let everybody know that I plan to release RED FIST in September if all goes well. Have a great day everyone, and thank you for checking out my blog!