Wilbur Murphy sought romance, excitement, and an impossible Horseman of Space. With polite smiles, the planet frustrated him at every turn--until he found them all the hard way!
A writing prompt that I decided to build out into a story. I was thinking of the old twist at the end pulp stories in terms of the genre with a bit of a supra-normal element. A Reddit subreddit called r/red63tennis has some strange coincidences until one of its users seeks some help. It's a short piece but I had fun writing it.
"Nothing could be done. The thing was universal and beyond our human knowledge or control. It was death for young and old, for weak and strong, for rich and poor, without hope or possibility of escape." Must Professor George Challenger and friends, barricaded in a room, see Earth die? As globe passes through a belt of poisonous ether, terror sweeps mankind; cities riot; communications cease
You're all alone in a deserted city. You walk down an empty street, yearning for the sight of one living face--one moving figure. Then you see a man on a corner and you know your terror has only begun.