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Summer Snow
By Regis Auffray
Sunday, March 02, 2003

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A summary of a man's last few days after a catastrophic event.

     The man was awakened by the absence of habitual bird calls. Through his open bedroom window, he could hear nothing. He supposed that this was what had wakened him for he was a regular riser, beckoned from sleep in summer by the songs of his feathered friends. He forced himself from the bed and went to the window.
The dawn sky was the colour of copper. As he looked to the east, he realized that the dawn was getting more sombre.
     And then, he heard it. It was an almost inaudible sound, a little like radio static at low volume. Something was falling from the sky through the leaves of the trees but it was not rain. He put his hand out the window and felt something like broken bits of egg shells alighting on his exposed skin. He pulled his arm back into the room. It was covered with warm, snow-like flakes. He brought one to his tongue. It was salty. The hissing sound was growing louder and he looked once more out the window at the falling summer snow. He decided to close the window...
     ...Some two weeks later as the first of many villagers began to file past his house on the outskirts of the town, the man began to feel an undeniable, inner urge to go outside. He was getting very thirsty. The water had become undrinkable some days ago and he had used up all the potable liquids in the house, including that of the toilet bowl. He stared at those of his kind as they queued by. They seemed intent on going west. None spoke. They just stared ahead and trudged along. The man noticed that there were no children and no one seemed to be much more than middle-aged. The others were already dead, he supposed...
     ...He thought back over the last couple of weeks.      
     The silent white summer storm had been quite a phenomenon. The media had gone wild with speculation as to its cause. However, this frenzy of conjecture had soon come to an end as electrical power had begun to wane and, at last, gone out completely. The man had stayed indoors, afraid to go out into the snow of salt.
     Now, as he watched his fellow humans file past, the urge inside became strong enough to overcome his fear of venturing outside. He thought of the sea, some 100 kilometres to the west and his heart began to quicken its beat. He suddenly felt that he had a goal! He had a destination!
     He opened the door and, almost fervently, took his place in the line of mortals seeking their way to the ocean.
     The first of the westward migrators began to stumble shortly before the sun set on that first day of the man's trek. It was not long before he had to avoid tripping over someone lying on the ground. He would have liked to have been of help, but what could he do?     
     The sea beckoned more strongly than ever. Someone had to make it, and then, everything would be made right again.
     Several hours later, after a night of walking, the man thought that he could hear the sound of waves. He couldn't be sure, however. The sun was now rising in a sky of surreal blue, almost too blue to be sky. For the first time he noticed the vultures.  They were circling above him.  Something was not right.  Should they not have died too?  He had seen no other form of life save for his own and the others like him.  There was no explanation and he was getting too tired to think.  He had become heedless of his thirst and aching muscles some time during the night. But fatigue had crept up on him, and as he fell into the synthetic snow, it was a relief. He was getting tired of walking over dead and dying humans. It was time for a rest....
     ..He lay on his back. He could hear the sea. Couldn't he? Of course, it was the sea. And it was just over the next rise. He would just rest for a few moments and then he would get up and he would...     
     ...He dozed and the dream came...
...He could see a bucket brigade of his fellows reaching all the way down to the sea. Someone had made it, perhaps it was he. The first would dip an empty ice cream pail into the sea, take a drink, and pass it back with the right hand. There would be an empty pail in his left hand ready to be filled and passed on back. It was beautiful, refreshing to see such cooperation, such purpose. And the line of hopefuls was endless. Perhaps it encircled the planet. The man could not be sure as the dream faded, but he smiled as the first circling shadow kissed his wrinkled, blistered face and the sound of the waves lulled him into sleep....
     ..He did not feel the tear of his flesh as the first vulture found purchase...

Copyright  2003 by Regis J. Auffray
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Reviewed by Lark Pogue 5/6/2013
Wow! I was there. This story does not skip a beat. Every word counts.
Reviewed by Lena Kovadlo 7/28/2011
Interesting story. Very descriptive. I enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.
Reviewed by J Howard 7/27/2011
sad, dark and convincing story. life is all about possibilities. how interesting the possibilities that lurk within the "author"
good write-
Reviewed by c lea harris 5/28/2011
sounds just about right as life would have it.
Reviewed by Muhammad Al Mahdi 4/29/2011
An intriguing, dark story, testimony to your skill and power over language.
Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat 2/24/2011

This was absolutely riveting! Enjoyed the write very much, was with the man all the way to the end.

Reviewed by karen logan 12/10/2010
Regis, this sure made me think. Thank you. Love and light. Karen
Reviewed by Laura Spinella 9/19/2010
What an intriguing short story! I read a few of your many posts, but I really liked the description in this one! You're quite versed at putting the reader in the moment! In particular, I like the way it begins. To me, a story is always inviting when the character is missing something that's obivous and immediate to them. It makes me (the reader) want to find out what it is!
Reviewed by Inspire Hope 8/23/2010
Oh my goodness Regis....this an excellent write!!!
You are very gifted indeed! God bless and strengthen
you! Be encouraged and keep on writing!

Much Love,
Reviewed by JMS Bell 6/22/2010
Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo 6/9/2010
Richly detailed, gloomy and absolutely grabs you by the throat and doesn't let go. Wow, what a vivid story and the ending causes you to swallow hard. Fantastic write, Regis! ~Hugs, Elizabeth
Reviewed by Melissa Mendelson 6/7/2009
This is a very chilling piece. Curiousity and thirst drives a man away from his sanctuary and hopefully into the arms of salvation, but as the journey comes to an end, all he will find is peace in a dream. Very well-done.
Reviewed by kg cummings 5/20/2009
spooky, really spooky that there was no chance of survival... kinda like life as we know it. enjoyed reading this story. Your friend, kathy
Reviewed by Kathleen McDonald 11/2/2008
whew!! wow this is scary Regis. A very great work. Loved the story
Kathy Lynn
Reviewed by Hatshepsut Maatkare 10/25/2008
I love the way your mind works! Great story....absolutely captivating.
Reviewed by Sheila Roy 12/13/2007

Love the macabre ending! I've had detailed dreams about the end of the world, which I hope never come true in my lifetime. I like how this tale includes hopeful values - brilliantly written in as a dream. Amazing how you grasp the reader in your clutches in so little time. Hugs:) Sheila
Reviewed by David Perry 9/4/2007
Another wonderful work. At the end the man dreams not of survival, but of humankind in worldwide harmony. Better too late than never, I guess.
Reviewed by Lyndsey Nelson 9/2/2007
I love the ending. If all your stories are this good I can't wait to read more when I have time. Keep up the GREAT work. Truth be True-Lyndsey
Reviewed by Elizabeth Parsons 8/23/2007
A story that caught and held me from first line to last. Interesting that the salt snow more drinkable water and yet they were headed to the sea, which is salty. Intriguing story line. Thirst, I suppose was the driving force. Excellent writing. Elizabeth
Reviewed by Mary Coe 7/11/2007
Excellent write. A very interesting story. Chilling ending.
Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson 3/5/2007
Good images and story line. It takes the reader there. I can see and feel what's happening ! Slowly man heads toward his bitter end. ...........M
Reviewed by Cynth'ya 12/18/2006
Chilly cool Bro. Regis, VERY chilly cool!
Reviewed by Janet Bellinger 3/24/2006
Compelling read with a chilling ending. Well done, Regis.

Reviewed by Sandra Mushi 12/18/2005
Captivating write, Regis! Very descriptive. Another great one.

God bless,

Reviewed by Lisa Koosis 10/18/2005
Beautifully written. Your words have a rhythm that swept me along right to the end and you created wonderful atmosphere throughout. This is just the kind of story I love, too, so it was my good fortune that this is the first thing in your den that I selected to read. Absolutely captivating. I'll be looking forward to reading more of your work.

Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green 10/11/2005
E x c e l l e n t ! Just hope it doesn't come true!! We Earthians have long been acting like small children left alone with a room full of rich food, tasty water, caged animals, a petting zoo and every conceivable kind of toy. Why shouldn't we take all we
want? Why shouldn't we tear things up? Always more where
that came from. . .right? Thank you for writing this. . .all you are doing to spread the word! 'Pea' <3
Reviewed by Hilding Lindquist 9/19/2005
Well written, draws the reader in and through.

The problem I have with it is the theme. It doesn't interest me.

However, I am interested in YOUR viewpoint--because of how you write about yourself and your views--so this story has value in filling in the void of what I don't know about you. In that regard, it is very interesting, and pulls me toward more of your work.


Hilding "Gus" Lindquist

Reviewed by Christine Boyce 8/25/2005
No matter how bad things get we can still dream; but as you say, the bad and the worse aren't necessarily cured by dreams. Nice story...but maybe "nice" isn't the right word. ;-)
Reviewed by Michael Ault 7/16/2005
Another excellent read. Reminded me of the twilight episode where the entire episode the main character complains of the heat...supposedly the Earth is moving toward the Sun...then at the last scene we find out the girl is havin a fever dream and in actuallity everything is freezing...
Reviewed by April Smith 6/16/2005
Wow, I really enjoyed this story. Each sentence kept pulling me to the next one. Chilling read! Thanks for sharing, April
Reviewed by The Smoking Poet 5/26/2005
Regis, how haunting, and how one must hope, still, never to become real, yet with each day of our mad living and disregard for all good things, I wonder... where and how it will all end...
Reviewed by Joyce Hale 5/24/2005
Quite a short story, Regis.... Your words took me along as though I were your main character. You have a way of making the reader part of your story. (:D

Reviewed by Anne Brooks 3/22/2005
Interesting story,Regis.I really enjoyed it.As I read it,I felt you were depicting the end of the world or a miracle of some kind.
Your lyrical and realistic writing really captures the reader's attention.This is a philosophical work on Life and death..and thirst. Anne Pawlak.
Reviewed by Patrick McCormick 3/17/2005
Very well written Regis. It had me as in a spell.

Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very 1/23/2005
This is as poetic as ever You kept me wondering and then hoping The weirdness of it all. all the same age people. Amazing Regis. Wonderful. I loved the cooperation of all too. The title is catching as is this.
Love Tracey xoox
Reviewed by Robert Petranek 1/2/2005
there is a poetic quality to your prose... a rhythm in the language. i wonder if it is something to do with knowing more than one language that makes one... i don't know... perhaps more sensitive to the way words flow together. my prose is clumsy, my poetry, the small canvas, as i imagine it, is much better i beleive b/c i can concentrate on the words, and images rather than the plot. good work! good story.
Reviewed by Cheryl Kaye Tardif 8/14/2004
This story has a superb "Outer Limits" feel to it!!
I really enjoyed it! It's the kind of suspenseful horror that I nejoy perhaps most...something tangibly possible....SCARY!
Reviewed by Nickolaus Pacione 3/27/2004
I liked this one, I also write with a Twilight Zone vibe so I can sense the feel of this one right away. This is a cross between Ray Bradbury with Larry Niven. Powerful work here, has a gothic vibe for a science fiction story. I got one linked on news titled "The Statue" it was huge so it needed to be hosted from my site. Thank you for the review on one of the epics, so I thought I would return a favor. Your other stories are good as well but just could not decide which one to write the review for because I was writing for three stories here.
Reviewed by m j hollingshead 3/27/2004
thought provoking read
Reviewed by Scott Zachary 2/24/2004
Reminds me of George Orwell's writing. Mesmerizing. I don't often get out to visit other dens, but I'm always glad I did when I run across a piece of writing like this. Thanks.

Reviewed by Louise Bohmer 12/9/2003
A snowfall of salt, the last of the survivors marching to the sea; I always enjoy stories that obviously took deep thought, and a strong original voice from the artist. Another great write, Regis!
Reviewed by Robert Montesino 11/28/2003
Enjoyed the story Regis. Very creative write!
Reviewed by Crystal-Rain Love 11/26/2003
Wow. You are a great story teller.
Reviewed by Susan Phillips 11/26/2003
A good story made more powerful by the skilled use of understatement. I wondered about the use of terms like "humanoid" and "earthling", though when the story appeared to be being told from the perspective of a human. I'd like to read more from this author.
Reviewed by Regina Pounds 11/17/2003

Reviewed by J. Pajot 10/27/2003
Great story. Reminds me of something from "The Twilight Zone."
Reviewed by Cristina Van Dyck 5/20/2003
I love your language, simple and descriptive. It pulls me along makes the story interesting and refreshing to read. Very good!

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