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Author<\/h2>\nJeffry Winters<\/p>\n
Born on a wet and windy hill in South Wales, I decided to write a series of books called the Sands of Borrowed Time. Intrigued by what would happen if one was suddenly cast out into the wilderness, I embarked on a project exploring a group of characters who fight for their survival and freedom after the Earth has been devastated by a supernova blast.<\/p>\n
During the day I work as a scientist, finding the time to write when I am on the train, in the park, or during sleepless nights. However, inspiration can come at anytime and anywhere and when it does, you need to grab it by the horns before it gets lost in the busy thoughts of the day! Write it down and turn it into a fascinating tale for people to get lost in and enjoy.<\/p>\n
It’s easy to cover up truth amidst chaos…<\/p>\n
Those who survived the supernova blast fight for survival, the Earth devastated, its ozone layer destroyed.<\/p>\n
Dusty storms rule the days while the nights freeze, taking civilization back to its knees.<\/p>\n
Pockets of humans now exist in a dystopian society spread across the wilderness.<\/p>\n
Friendships are difficult and just under the burning Sun, freedom uncertain as enemies lurk on the unforgiving highways.<\/p>\n
Are these the struggles of a post-apocalyptic world or is something more sinister at work under the cover of misery and destruction?<\/p>\n
Some are getting suspicious, and one has seen a glimpse of the truth\u2026<\/p>\n
Will the meek inherit the Earth?<\/p>\n
Tales of survival that explore what it means to be free…<\/p>\n
We\u2019re like three desperate mice, running north through the plains and storms, living off the scraps of those who have perished, our only inheritance their rotting flesh and clothes. Their possessions now covered in dust and strewn across the desert, having endured the test of time better than themselves, Kyla thought as they walked back to the buggy, through the once again deserted streets. The air was clearing as the storm moved northwards, the setting Sun in the East disappearing with a flash of golden light as the winds died to a gentle stir.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan\u2019t trust anyone these days,\u201d Demelza said nervously, still shaking as she looked around with paranoia written across her eyes. Kyla and Hayley said nothing, still deeply reminiscing the day\u2019s events. \u201cI mean, what was he hoping to gain?\u201d she continued.<\/p>\n
Apart from instant gratification, not a lot, Kyla thought as she saw his dark, staring eyes in her mind. That madness was beyond repair. There was no soul, no life in those eyes. He was already dead; his soul had jumped ship, petrified by the insanity of the captain.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat will become of us? Will we become madmen also?\u201d Demelza continued to rant.<\/p>\n
Yes, what will become of us indeed as we wander north, not knowing what is around the next corner, every nerve constantly on edge. Is this what they call freedom? Kyla thought solemnly, are we experiencing bare reality as the animals do?<\/p>\n
There were flashes of purple and blue across the North as lightning split the sky, the dry storm rumbling ever northwards.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one will protect us, Demelza,\u201d Hayley said. \u201cNot even God. We have to look out for ourselves, be wary, every step of the way.\u201d<\/p>\n
Yes, but wary makes us weary, until one day we will be so tired, so numb, that we want know who, or what is creeping up behind us, and then there will be nothing. Death will set us free. Kyla looked around thinking she had spoken out her feelings, but the others seemed oblivious to her thoughts. Until then, we must play every roll of the dice, like pawns of chance, but can we break its mighty will, to forge our own destiny, spit in the face of death and construct our own freedom?<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have to have faith in ourselves,\u201d Kyla said. \u201cWe have to believe there is a future, a good future waiting for us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if there\u2019s not?\u201d Demelza anxiously asked.<\/p>\n
The poor girl looks so tired, like she\u2019s ready to give up, Kyla thought before speaking again.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we will have to create our own future. It sounds hard, but a little belief in ourselves can go a long way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what of the hoards and rapists, the faceless souls who want no future.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen, they are lost. They think of themselves only. That is why they are afraid. The fools will defeat only themselves, eventually, like weeds dying back from overgrowth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hayley hugged Demelza, \u201cCome on, we got one, he wasn\u2019t too difficult, was he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI guess not,\u201d Demelza replied, not looking too convinced.<\/p>\n
\u201cBe strong, be positive, have faith and everything will come our way, I promise,\u201d Kyla said, also not too convinced, at least of her own philosophy. So easy to be the victim of your own delusions, merely being wishful when you\u2019re blindly positive. There has to be some self-reflection, some cynicism, but then your left where you started, riddled with doubt and fear.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re warriors now,\u201d Hayley said, throwing her fist in the air. \u201cSovereign and strong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThink of how much we can learn from their mistakes,\u201d Kyla said, her eyes lighting up. \u201cA constant reminder not to be like them, a boundary to bounce off, a way to keep our own sanity.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes!\u201d Hayley exclaimed. \u201cWe don\u2019t need to make apologies or feel guilty about these guys. If they want to take, then they need to go, plain and simple!\u201d Demelza started to laugh, \u201cOk, I guess that\u2019s our inevitable path, let\u2019s see where it leads.\u201d<\/p>\n
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