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Forsaken – The Elixir Magazine

Hello, everybody, this is your faithful Website. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? But we are ready for an explosive New Year, and we hope you are too! Anthony and I have been working on some stuff lately – last but not least, a new homepage for me and a few tweaks to this place’s overall style.
But we are starting 2019 with a bang: “Forsaken”. I’ll let Anthony tell you why just now. Website out.

What better way to start a New Year than a first publication? This marks the beginning of what will hopefully be a new category of articles on this website, which I plan to fill with links to guest posts, published short stories, and other similar shenanigans.

For now, I am thrilled to announce that my science fiction short-story, Forsaken, has found its place at The Elixir Magazine, which launched its first issue precisely on New Year’s Day. The story follows space explorer Isaac Moore, who wants to help his parents fulfill their dream by reaching the farthest star system in the whole universe. In truth, Isaac just needs to find his place.

Here’s a brief excerpt from the story, presented by the website in a new reading field we are still working on. You can read the whole thing by following this link.

Forsaken – Read the story:

Isaac left his house to a trusted mechanic for maintenance, and went to a nearby Spacebar to relax.
Just as he was about to order a beer from the bartender, he spotted a fight not too far from his seat.
‘I swear, Fretlan, I had no choice! Those things got me right before the Lakota System. If I stayed there…’
‘C’mon, old man, don’t you make this difficult for us. You owe us, and now you gonna pay. This whole “jellyfish” thing stinks like my grandma’s ol’ boots, anyway.”
‘Hey!’, Isaac shouted, just as the group closed around the old man. He lifted a picture for a split second. ‘Lieutenant Moore, International Space Corps. Have we got a problem, here?’
The rough and vulgar men exchanged glimpses with each other. Then, the one who seemed their boss spoke up.
‘Oh no, Lieutenant, we were just lettin’ the ol’ man know how we care ‘bout his health. I’m sure he got our concern.’
‘Concern my ass’, Isaac replied. His heart raced in his throat, so loud he feared they could hear it.
‘If I spot you scum around this poor man once again, I’ll make sure you’ll only see the deep intensity of space behind bars for the rest of your days.’
The men looked at each other. Their leader nodded, and the whole flock started to migrate out of the bar. The old man waited for them to disappear, then thanked Isaac profusely.
‘I don’t know what they’d do to me, if you didn’t show up. Thank you, lieutenant!’
‘Please, old man’, Isaac replied. ‘I’m not a lieutenant. That was my space licence. I just don’t like bullies.’
The old man opened his eyes wide.
‘Now’, Isaac resumed, grabbing a chair nearby. ‘Please, tell me about that “Lakota System” of yours…’

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