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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landed, nearly a hundred years ago.<br />
After the end of the Earth, the two shuttles were installed<br />
there as a memorial. <strong>The</strong>re we held our first funeral thirty<br />
years later. Mount Ararat Cemetery grew over time, as one<br />
by one the people of Earth were laid to rest. It was unanimously<br />
decided that Ararat would be the resting place of<br />
Earth survivors alone. A separate cemetery exists for New<br />
Earthers, while Ararat remains a monument to Earth and all<br />
those who brought her memory and life to this planet.<br />
<strong>The</strong> graveyard now embraces all of the one thousand and<br />
seventy three passengers who set foot here a lifetime ago. All<br />
one thousand and seventy three souls that put grief aside<br />
to build a new future for humans. All resting now, lying in<br />
peace and dreaming of their own Valhallas forever. All but<br />
one.<br />
Another green parrot flies overhead. I notice for the first<br />
time how striking its green body looks against the sky. I<br />
guess it’s not so bad here after all. You just have to look for<br />
the hidden beauty.<br />
My chest feels heavy. My breath comes fainter still. With<br />
some effort, I turn my head slowly to my right. My vision is<br />
going but I know I am facing in the right direction. I am too<br />
weak to bring my hand up to my heart. It doesn’t matter. No<br />
hard feelings Old Friend, the thought is what counts. I close<br />
my eyes again and I can see Valhalla. I can smell salt in the<br />
air. I think I hear waves.