14+ "The things we’ve learned by visiting the future together have made us both mature. The more we see, the more we age. When we visit future Earth I show Starr both wonderful things and not so wonderful things, like wars and famine. But unlike before, when she didn’t take notice of anything, now she cries when she sees the unpleasant times the future holds, and I feel horrible for showing her. But the voice of reason says it’s the only way to educate ourselves, and I let it be."
Deus, the creator of the universe, is almighty and powerful—until he uses his abilities to mold a companion. His newest creation, Starr, proves to be as wild as the animals that inhabit Terra. There’s no controlling her. To make matters worse, she hates Deus. So what’s the one boy in the universe to do when the one girl in the universe loathes him? The only illogical thing to do. He falls in love.
I’m hungry and cold and the sun hasn’t risen for nine days. The rain stopped falling, but now it’s been replaced by snow. I’ve been crying for three days, and I can’t stop myself. My body is begging me to feed it, but I only have a few pieces of fruit left.
I wipe my tears and breath raggedly as I take a spear and walk out of the cave. Flakes fall on my face and hair, melting into dreadfully cold moisture. For a moment, I want to return to the cave, but my stomach begins to ache from hunger, so I will myself to keep going. I need to find some meat and more wood, else I’ll starve and freeze. Immortality makes no sense when life’s all about an eternity of suffering.
I can’t see anything in the darkness, and I trip a few times. Suddenly, I hear movement by the river. I raise my spear, but I don’t know in which direction to cast it. I hear a sound behind me, followed by a short growl, and quickly, I twist my neck. Two yellow eyes are peering at me, and I take a step back. The largest feline creature I have ever seen—bigger than a lion—is sitting on its hind legs with a dead animal in its mouth. I raise my spear, and the feline lowers its head, dropping the carcass on the snow. It pushes the dead animal toward me with its nose and produces a sound like a whimper. Judging by its posture, I see that the creature has no intention of attacking. It continues to push the dead animal toward me, and I wonder what it wants. Cautiously, I take a step forward and see the corpse. It’s the same species as this feline, only much smaller.
Nely Cab is a Writer of stuff, a Master Coffee Drinker, a Food Maker & Eater, an Imaginary World Conqueror, and an Air Breather. She talks to herself—a lot—in her South Texas home while she plots stories about fantasy worlds and sips coffee from a pitcher. She’s known for cooking far too much food and has a tendency to overdo…well, everything. It is rumored that she is fabulous. Nely Cab is the best-selling author of the Creatura series.
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