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Broken Dawn (Aisling and Other Stories)

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Broken Dawn began as a joint project with multiple authors (should those authors wish to convert their stories to blogs, I will link them here).

It takes place approximately 20 to 30 years after a nuclear holocaust. While the catastrophe was world wide, most of the stories take place in the continental United States, after the fall. The main stories are centered around the region of what was once Colorado, Utah and Wyoming; an area that was rendered a hostile desert by the fall out, but for some smaller towns and cities nestled in the relative protection of the Rocky Mountains. People everywhere struggle to survive, and often the stronger prey on the weaker. "Strays" roam the wastes, lost nomads trying to find safety and shelter. Some have gathered together and attempted to settle down, scratching a meager existence from the land (either through attempts at farming, or from scavenging ruins and burnt out towns); these types of groups have become known as Families. Others have banded together to form Crews; marauding bandits who prey on both Strays and Families alike, stealing what they value and throwing away the rest; all the while making war on eachother, vying for dominance.

In one place, alone, the rules are different: Trade Town. Neither Strays, Family, nor Crew, the people who run it have built a one-stop-shopping neutral territory, welcoming trade from anyone and everyone. Almost anything can be found in Trade Town, for the right price.

My first forray into the world of Broken Dawn was with a few short, stand-alone stories, offering some insight into what became of the world after it fell. Later, you'll meet Aisling (ash-LEEN), a loner who is not quite a Stray but too small to be a Family, who finds herself at odds with one of the most feared Crews in the region.

Welcome to Broken Dawn, as I see it.

  1. The Farmer's Daughter

    The child rocked idly on the swing set, pretending at play, but mostly it was a failed attempt to distract herself from the pain, thirst and hunger. She left little half-foot prints in the dust as she used the balls of her feet to walk herself forward and back.

    Mommy and daddy were still in bed sick, which they had been for awhile. Daddy needed to get better soon, or he wouldn’t be able to teach her about farming, like he and mommy promised.

    They lived in a small farmhouse, which used to be worker housing for the large farm mommy and daddy had inherited from daddy’s parents. The big farmhouse got burned down when the bad stuff happened (she didn’t know what bad stuff, but daddy said so, so it must be true), so daddy’s ...

    Updated 06-16-10 at 01:37 AM by Benjamin Burch

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  2. Apocalypse Tribe

    We were once a long lived people. Our distant cousins, of many colors, once populated the lands. But we have always preferred the cold places, the snowy country. We understand the hunt. We know the seal skin protects from the cold. We eat the fat of them for nourishment. We endure.

    I am nearing my twentieth year, soon to be an elder of our Tribe.

    Once many of our people were a modern people. Yes, even we. But we held on to ancient traditional values also. And thus, when the great catastrophe happened, and the long cold came, we survived where our more modern brother tribes did not. We saw, then, the evils of the modern ways and we cast aside the machines, the papers, the written records. We became pure again, telling ...

    Updated 06-15-10 at 07:52 PM by Benjamin Burch

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    Life , Virtual Life
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