The Haunted Traveler Vol. 1 Issue 1
Welcome to the first issue of The Haunted Traveler; a roaming anthology seeking to collect the strange and the wild stories that we all carry. Those words hidden in the deep dark that linger around. Weasel Press is proud to have released this first collection of material and is excited to do more anthologies in the future. The Haunted Traveler is a non-profit, Horror and Science Fiction anthology that accepts a wide variety of art media such as photography, short fiction, creative non-fiction, digital artwork and more. Our anthology publishes twice a year. To find out more information about our submission process, please review our submission guidelines. Our first issue was released on March 28, 2014 and we couldn’t be more excited to feature the explosive talent that has been submitted to us. Our idea is to have an anthology roaming around parts of the world with a collection of frightening and strange stories; a mysterious anthology with a collection of ghosts.
Welcome to the first issue of The Haunted Traveler; a roaming anthology seeking to collect the strange and the wild stories that we all carry. Those words hidden in the deep dark that linger around. Weasel Press is proud to have released this first collection of material and is excited to do more anthologies in the future. The Haunted Traveler is a non-profit, Horror and Science Fiction anthology that accepts a wide variety of art media such as photography, short fiction, creative non-fiction, digital artwork and more. Our anthology publishes twice a year. To find out more information about our submission process, please review our submission guidelines. Our first issue was released on March 28, 2014 and we couldn’t be more excited to feature the explosive talent that has been submitted to us. Our idea is to have an anthology roaming around parts of the world with a collection of frightening and strange stories; a mysterious anthology with a collection of ghosts.
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against the red sky. I follow it with my eyes until it disappears<br />
from my line of sight. Strange birds. Of all the species<br />
we successfully brought, these green parrots have thrived.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y are now all over the place. <strong>The</strong>y are New Earth City’s<br />
pigeons.<br />
<strong>The</strong> thought makes me chuckle and it hurts my sides. I<br />
wince. Macrobiotic medicine does wonders for your life<br />
span but it doesn’t make you younger. <strong>The</strong>se old bones have<br />
come a long way mind…<br />
I breathe slowly and relax. Not yet. Not just yet…<br />
I think back to how our lifestyle began to inevitably resemble<br />
the one we left behind. We would gather in groups in<br />
shelters equipped with televisions, to watch the news transmitted<br />
daily from the SSP Base. Like those watching the first<br />
Moon landing centuries before us we watched the preparations<br />
for the forthcoming launch of Noah’s Ark IV.<br />
But things were getting worse. Europe, Russia, North and<br />
Central America were entirely under water. Earthquakes<br />
were shaking the planet on a daily basis. Subsequent damages<br />
kept delaying <strong>The</strong> Ark IV mission. SSP officials had announced<br />
that the Ark IV mission was likely to be the last.<br />
<strong>The</strong> last Ark never made it. And it wasn’t through TV but<br />
with our own eyes that we witnessed the greatest tragedy<br />
known to humankind.<br />
We had developed a daily routine of facing Earth in the<br />
“mornings”, while we could still make her out in the distance<br />
in the dark, maroon sky. A tiny speck of blue amongst<br />
the silver twinkles slowly fading away as maroon turned to<br />
brighter red. Through a telescopic projection, we were also<br />
allowed a closer view, which showed us wisps of clouds<br />
floating across her flooded surface. Someone had once saluted,<br />
hand on heart. Those who saw the gesture mirrored it<br />
and it became our morning ritual. Our daily prayer.<br />
That unforgettable morning, we were one moment looking<br />
at the Earth, hands on hearts, the next she was gone. No<br />
big bang, no flash of lightning, nothing. <strong>The</strong> whole planet