Archive | April 23, 2016

Rise of the Dragons

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The government blamed the Mid-East. Missiles launched in the dead of night hit targets at random, until the consequences became clear. It was believed that one such strike sparked the initiating factor. A missile fired into the San Andreas Fault line, another into the quieted Mount Saint Helen’s, strikes up and down the Rockies.

The strike had targeted not only the mountain range, but also random targets across the United States. Large cities were devastated in an instant. Tiny insignificant towns, except to those who lived there, were hit. Insignificant until the sickness started.

“Do you think we’ll be susceptible to the sickness?”

“I don’t know. Dragons survived the plague. We’ve lived through many of the diseases that have killed man before.”

“So our children should be all right.”

“We need to learn more though.” Dax gestured to television.

None of it was encouraging. Dax watched the folly of man but wasn’t surprised. The smell of the decay emanating from many of the buildings in town gave its own silent tale.

The United States didn’t research biological weapons, or so they said, until the missiles hit labs releasing the diseases that had once been worked on in secret. Then the truth came out, too late to stop the spread of disease.

The militant groups of Middle Eastern rebels rejoiced at their success until the diseases spread across the world. Their own lack of knowledge wiping them out.

Airports were shut down indefinitely once it was realized that the spread of disease was being carried by hosts unaware, but it was too late as it spread across the globe. No one knew what the incubation period was of the multiple diseases that spread.

Not everyone died. Some had natural immunities. Those doctors and researchers that could, that were left, went to work to find a cure.

“It was bound to happen. Humans have such a large capacity to hate anyone or anything different from them.” Dax shook his head as he watched. Jasima slid next to him, wrapping her arms around him. He pulled her close, settling her warm weight onto his lap.

“So not everyone is affected.” Jasima sounded relieved. “Our hatchlings should be safe.”

“We can’t be sure. The humans have no idea of how any of their people survived.”

“You know, deep in your heart that we will survive.”

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Rise of the Dragons

Before there was Stealing Hope


Stop by next Saturday to read part four of the story.

If you missed the beginning check it out here.

Part two

Cover Reveal ~ Lime and Tangerine



The post-apocalyptic world has changed. Colors have changed.

The skies are now red, and the seas fandango pink.

There are those who’ve acquired skills as “squinters”. By narrowing their eyes, they can see people in different colors—colors by which they can define their mood.

Senlin was born a squinter. A child of the foster system, the lack of love  has left him with casual views on sex.

When Sicong recruits him into SQX, a squinter organization, Senlin wants nothing more than to jump his bones, but Sicong’s detachment makes Senlin believe his feelings aren’t reciprocated.

Senlin and Sicong’s relationship begins to grow as they undertake missions together.

That is, until an enemy of SQX turns his attention upon them.

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SIC HELD MY head in his lap. I looked up and saw, against the backdrop of the cardinal red sky, his angular face looking down at me. We were secluded by teal-colored woods around us. It was chaotic, for the forest was on fire, its color black and blue blending with red and teal. Despite the turmoil and the utter pain in my chest, I felt peaceful, as if all sounds had been erased except my shallow breathing.

“Don’t fall asleep, Sen,” he said to me, both commanding and begging. “Don’t.”

I lifted a corner of my mouth. I was too tired to talk.

Amidst all the distractions, I saw Sic squint his right eye. A subtle one; one he probably thought I wouldn’t notice.

I also squinted. Sic turned lime green when I did that, all over. I smiled because it was lime instead of tangerine or blue. I was sure I appeared the same to him.

It was a good day, regardless of the pain in my chest.

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About the author

Growing up in China, KEVIN CAUCHER never thought he’d grow up loving to write; never did he expect himself ending up in Australia either. He is now happily partnered in NSW Illawarra area and writing.

Kevin’s writing is mainly influenced by his growing up as a gay Chinese; he also sometimes pops out totally random stories that has nothing to do with his growing up.

Besides his passion for writing, Kevin has also opened a cafe in December 2015. “There, the cliché of authors writing in a cafe.”

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