Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey
Moss
Erotic Urban Fantasy
Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss is an
Editor’s Pick!
The world has broken out in wars. Las Vegas
has been ravaged by chemical warfare and is now home to several clans and
creatures.
Welcome to I-D-8 Entertainment’s newest
game: Clans of Vegas—Endless Night.
Friends and family have gathered for a
crunch time playtest of C.O.V.E.N.. When a horrible thunderstorm hits,
everyone’s sucked into the game for real. In the MMORPG, Hope Collins is
kidnapped by Buzz and forced to submit to his whims. Her boyfriend, Alden, has
to delay his quest of defeating a clan’s prince to save her, but time and
circumstance don’t seem to be on his side. Faith Collins is bombarded by
strange dreams brought on by Buzz. Her boyfriend, Tavis, learns to dream walk,
but can he help break the spell she’s under and save her before she’s lost to
him?
C.O.V.E.N. is more than just a game. It’s a
whole other world.
Hope appeared in the middle of what
looked to be a homeless
shelter. It wasn’t what she’d pictured back
at…
She shook her head and scratched it.
Where’d she come from? Where was it that she wanted to go? Her mind acted like a blank chalkboard being looked at through a fisheye lens. Writing appeared hazy and indecipherable on the outer edges of the sphere, but the blackness in the middle was clean.
Where’d she come from? Where was it that she wanted to go? Her mind acted like a blank chalkboard being looked at through a fisheye lens. Writing appeared hazy and indecipherable on the outer edges of the sphere, but the blackness in the middle was clean.
Her body tensed, reacted as if she
should run. With wide eyes,
she surveyed the area. People on chairs and
benches were scattered through the large room. Broken windows and shattered
glass doors at the entrance looked out upon a gray day. The other way revealed an
opening to a courtyard type parking lot with long carports on the
perimeter.
A young, Goth-looking cashier with black
hair, white makeup and
piercings in her lips, eyebrows and ears,
gaped at her as if she had grown a pair of horns and sprouted a third eye in
the middle of her
forehead.
Hope wavered, trying to reconcile what
was happening. She knew
her name, knew that she had a family and
wanted to be a dancer? But anything else? “Where am I? How’d…how’d I get here?”
Her voice faltered over the questions. She stared at the
teen.
“You in the ol’ bus term.” The goth
snapped the gum in her
mouth. “How ya got ‘ere is beyon’ me. Ya
jist kinda appeared outta
nothing.” Another teen in his goth phase came up
to them. “Yeah. Poof. There you be. Totes mcgotes
cray-cray.”
“But I don’t want to be here.” Tears of
frustration pooled in
Hope’s eyes. She swiped at them. She was
tired. She was hungry. She was dirty and hot. In the time she’d been in the bus
station, dry, oven-like air had sapped all the moisture from her skin. She
believed she was a walking piece of water-depleted, brittle clay, which would
crumble into dust and blow away with the slightest
touch.
“Then flash on outta ‘ere like ya did to
git ‘ere.” The goth’s
voice was monotone with no vestige of
sympathy.
Hope closed her eyes, did her best to
picture a place to go to,
but none came to mind. Try as she might to
‘flash on out,’ she continued to stand amongst a bunch of uncaring
strangers.
The goth shook her head and ran her
black-nailed fingers through
her hair. “Guess ya usin’ the door like the
rest o’ us.” She chomped on her gum a few times, then tilted her head toward
the exit.
Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects
of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on
myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the
light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the
corner? Come explore…
Website: http://caseymossbooks.com/
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Thank you for hosting me and spotlighting my story! :)
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