BlueK Dynasty: The 1st Seven Days
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Authors: m.o mcleod
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Blue K Dynasty
The 1st
Seven Days
M. 0. McLeod
This is a work of fiction.
The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are
not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The
opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of
the author and do not represent the opinions or thoughts of the
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and/or legal right to publish all the materials in this
book.
Blue K Dynasty The 1st Seven
Days
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Copyright © 2013 M.O. McLeod
v3.0 r1.0
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ISBN:
9781310276408
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES
OF AMERICA
For my sister, Rasheda
–
We made it
baby!
Contents
A Couple of
two
The Earth Went Round and
Upside Down
Let the Species Say
Amen
K for
Kurma
A Raptor is
Born
These Teeth Were Made for
Biting
Fae and the Latin
Wonders
It’s Always the
First-born
The Man With a
Plan
Eat to
Kill
The Blue Winged
Thing
Rimselda the
Rouge
Red Heads are No
Fun
Two Choices, One
Life
Lineage
Daggers, Scales, Claws and
All
Snowhill
C.O.N.J.A.R
The Simplest
Touch
The Spawns of
BlueK
Skid Row
The
Jeers
Flee or
Fight
L for Leon the
Lame
Night at the Flora Plume
Club
South Side of
Alexandria
Run and
Seek
The Rosales
Siblings
Raptored
Phantom versus
Raptor
The
Guardian
I, Declare
War
Seven News Studio
Report
Pandemonium
Kill to
Eat
The After
Hours
Blue K
Dynasty
1.
A couple of
two
Santino lay stretched out
on the thick quilt on the bed as he tossed a worn football in the
air, up and down, up and down. In all honesty he was too big for
the bed; his frame was six foot three and bulky, and at the age of
eighteen he was still growing.
“
You
know my aunt is moving in with her kids, right?” Kurma asked,
looking into the mirror to stare at Santino, her first real
boyfriend of a year. “So basically I’m going to be sleeping on the
couch for a while. That means no more private time.” She smirked at
him.
Sitting up on the
twin-size bed, Santino held the football still and looked around
the cramped room. “We should get our own place. You know, when the
time is right.” He looked at Kurma with hope in his
eyes.
“
Come on
now, be realistic. There are four-year waiting lists for new movers
like us,” Kurma pointed out. “The city is too crowded. Hell, the
country is going through a crisis. There isn’t any more space to
just be moving about, babe. I mean, I would love to pick up and
leave when we turn eighteen, but the government isn’t having it.”
She turned to face Santino and pouted out her Popsicle-orange lips.
“I still love you, babe,” she added, and smiled in his face as she
fell on the already cramped bed. Santino caught her in mid-fall,
wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her
closer.
“
So
what? We’re just supposed to live on top of one another or pay
sky-high prices to move out? That can’t be life,” he
said.
“
It’s
life as we know it. We just have to deal with it. Our families have
for more than twenty years.” Kurma hunched her shoulders as she
tried to explain. “With the boost of health-insurance coverage back
in the day and the mandated termination of abortions, the country
has grown too fast. We just have to evolve like everything else.”
She cuddled closer to Santino and looked up into his
eyes.
Santino peered over
Kurma’s head to the only window in the room. Breathing in deeply,
he took in all he saw. The sky was murky gray and dark blue.
Skyscrapers reached high into the sky, numerous tiny windows
decorating them along with clotheslines, plants, and fire escapes.
The whole city of Alexandria was made up of these tall buildings as
well as condos, apartments, and studios. Most of the vacant areas,
and parking lots had been turned into living spaces. The government
required more use of bikes, scooters, motorcycles, and mopeds in
order to cut down on the high levels of pollution. Trees were a
rare sight. The city had become a concrete
jungle.
Kissing the top of Kurma’s
head, Santino closed his eyes. At times he wanted to get away from
everyone. There was always someone around. He couldn’t remember the
last time he was by himself. At school his classes were
overcrowded. In the streets he felt as if the walking traffic’s
current could sweep him away at a moment’s notice. At home Santino
felt like he lived on top of everyone.
To make matters worse, he
was too tall and too big for his own good. At times he believed he
had been born in the wrong century. Santino felt like things were
made for smaller people—for people small enough to fit into small
things.
“
Babe,
what’s wrong?” Kurma asked, showering Santino with kisses. “We’d
better get in all the alone time we can manage. We might have to
start making out in the school bathroom after my aunt
comes.”
“
So? We
do that now. That's nothing new,” responded
Santino.
Kurma playfully shoved his
head and dragged herself over the edge of the bed. “You want
something from the kitchen?”
“
Bring
me some juice.”
“
What
kind of juice?”
“
Whatever kind you got.”
“
Well,
we have a lot. Which one do you want?” Kurma
persisted.
“
Just
bring me back whatever.”
“
No,
because I’m going to bring you back something, and then you’re
going to say it’s nasty and you want some other kind
of—”
“
Forget
it!” Santino yelled. “Do you always have to be so meticulous about
everything?”
Kurma looked offended and
stomped out the room. “I’m not fussy!” she yelled from the other
side of the door. “You’re just indecisive.”
Heading through the living
room, she caught the beginning of a news report on
TV.
“
The
population has reached an
astounding number, and land is scarcer than it has ever been. Many
people have decided to move elsewhere, even onto the water.
Communities on the seas have formed around the world. There’s the
Aquaritime group based in the Indian Ocean. EcoWorld LLC has the
highest population on water to date and some of the most
eco-conscious living facilities, which are located in the
Caribbean. And Island Corp West has brought upscale bunkers and
apartments on water to the citizens of the Pacific. Island Corp is
just behind EcoWorld as far as finances. These settlements have
caused the water mass ratio to decrease steadily in the last five
years, and smog and waste pollution have risen in the last three
years near these water communities
.
”
“
You’re
right,
Connie
,
” another
voice chimed in.
Kurma continued to watch
the TV and screamed for Santino to join her. The image on the
screen changed from the newsroom to open air, and then to huge
boats on the water. Apartment-
like structures rose from the
bases of the ships into the sky, which was filled with hundreds of
seagulls.
“
What is
it?” asked Santino as he entered the
room.
“
Look at
that,” said Kurma, pointing at the screen. “Remember when the ocean
was just an ocean?
“
Yeah,
but they’ve been building those bunkers and houses on the ships.
Did something happen?”
“
Something did happen,” she said. “I think I heard that the
ships seem to be toxic because of the pollution and
waste.”
“
Damn.
What about those eco-friendly ones?” asked
Santino.
“
That’s
what the news talking about it. The apartments are eco-friendly,
but I don’t think the ships that support them
are.”
“
Well, I
guess we’re not gonna ever go live there now,” said Santino
jokingly. “They’re going to raise the rents to fix the problem.
Don’t you think?”
“
I don’t
know… listen.”
The room became quiet as
the two focused on the TV.
The reporter continued,
“
It’s been
speculated that the ocean now makes up only forty-eight percent of
the earth’s surface, and most of the oceans’ water will be turned
into areas for more production of infrastructures. There are rumors
that instead of producing more adequate base ships for the water
bunkers, condos, and apartments, a new company may be emerging from
the Aquaritime group to branch out to the northern ocean waters.
This sister group is speculated to begin building homes for
families of up to six people on the base ships
.
”
