A New Day In Free Frall

16 Oct
It wasn’t about survival.
It was about redemption.
It wasn’t about existing.
It was about living.
It wasn’t about you.
It was about us.
— anonymous (spray painted on a wall just outside of Free Frall) 

The people of Free Frall spilled from their underground homes as the first light of day hit the garbage and stink of the world. If you were to watch from afar, you might be reminded of a family of Meerkats.

If you even remembered what those were.

Something was different today. Was the air lighter? Did it seem to choke your lungs and heart less today?

The sun was still as hot as any level of Hell. Can’t catch a break on that.

Looking around, the hues of brown useless items and grey dead skies still lingered. The air was still dry and lifeless. The ground was still cracked and plantless.


All eyes turned to the gas station, with it’s one door wide open to a very dark and sinister interior inside. A door that you generally did not want to go through. A door that led to Edward “The Squid” Morrison’s make-shift office. A door that if you walked through, you would leave poorer than when you entered…or dead.

A door that might as well been constructed with blood and bone and hopelessness and broken spiruts.

Everyone waited. Silent. Ears cocked to one side listening. Waiting to see the figure of Morrison fill the door frame. Waiting for the day’s hope to be crushed a little more.


The people waited an hour, not moving, barely breathing, eyes drying, lips cracking.

Nothing. Nothing happened except the door moved slightly when a faint breeze gave everyone a smidgen of relief from the sun’s crushing sizzle.

Crawford decided he had enough. To the hushed gasps of the townspeople he started  slowly approaching the gas station, a building no longer needing to supply gas and pre packaged donuts and coffee.

The onlookers didn’t stop him. They just watched.

And placed bets in their heads if he would still be alive that day.

Crawford made it to the opening much faster than he wanted to, and hesitantly raised his hand to knock on the weathered and splintered wood of the door frame. He didn’t need to though, he could easily see inside.

It was empty.


Not even one chair was left, because that would have been useful.

“He’s gone,” croaked Crawford. “Everything is gone.”

At first the crowd was stunned in disbelief, and then slowly smiles lit everyone’s faces. Some starting clapping, others were laughing and blowing out great sighs of relief. The Bowlery clan started shaking everyone’s hand.

A calm came over the neighborhood of Free Frall, a calm that has not shown itself in such a long time.

And then suddenly a silence.

And a realization.

And no one wanted to say the thought that came to everyone at once….

What do we do now?!


This is a companion piece to an apocalyptic world David Stewart is creating. To catch up, read his works here:

Saturday, 4am
Droog’s Story
The Road To Cambridge
Outside the Gates of Cambridge, Part 1
Outside the Gates of Cambridge, Part 2
My other companion piece can be found here:
Saturday, 4:25 am

24 Responses to “A New Day In Free Frall”

  1. Sword-chinned bitch October 16, 2012 at 3:27 PM #

    The descriptions in the first few lines jump right out at me. The ‘lifeless air’ and the ‘cracked ground’ especially.

    • Christopher De Voss October 16, 2012 at 4:46 PM #

      Thank you. I’m not really a writer, so that means a lot. I just like to dabble.

  2. under the skies of arkansas October 16, 2012 at 7:09 PM #

    man jezzzz i thought it was a cool enough picture then i read the story and it was like twice as cool of a picture

    • Christopher De Voss October 16, 2012 at 8:29 PM #

      Thank you. Be sure to read the rest. You won’t be disappointed.

  3. Jeremy Truitt October 16, 2012 at 8:02 PM #

    You’ve got a great writing style. I really like this.

  4. Maddie Cochere October 16, 2012 at 9:05 PM #

    Edward “the Squid” Morrison is gone? I was happy and sad at the same time. I held my breath knowing Crawford was toast – then you saved him. Yay. . … I enjoy your dabbling and bumbling, Chris. You should do more of it.

    • Christopher De Voss October 16, 2012 at 9:10 PM #

      I usually do. In the middle of the night. When I have to potty and can’t find the light switch.

      • Maddie Cochere October 16, 2012 at 9:14 PM #

        You are funny, but too modest. 🙂 Nice choice of graphic to go with your story, too.

  5. gingerfightback October 17, 2012 at 10:54 AM #

    Loved the fact that it just crackles with energyt!

  6. Rhonda October 17, 2012 at 11:35 AM #

    if this is you dabbling and bumbling while making your offerings in the dark shadows of the porcelain god’s throne room….he must be well pleased with your gifts. this is wonderful writing and me thinks you are not really a ‘not really’ writer.

    • Christopher De Voss October 17, 2012 at 11:54 PM #

      That was very profound. Thank you.

      • Rhonda October 18, 2012 at 12:48 AM #

        that was ME dabbling on my own she goddess’s throne. but still stand by it…wonderful writing.

  7. Christopher De Voss October 19, 2012 at 8:26 AM #

    deal! today!

    • La La October 19, 2012 at 1:07 PM #


  8. David Stewart October 30, 2012 at 1:24 AM #

    Awesome. I love the background info. After all, once Edward leaves on his own quest, what happens to those left behind? You gotta stop saying you’re not a writer 😉

    • Christopher De Voss October 30, 2012 at 7:39 AM #

      Thank ye kind sir! (Don’t know why I felt the need to respond like a Charles Dickson character.)

  9. David Stewart October 30, 2012 at 1:32 AM #

    Reblogged this on The Green-Walled Tower and commented:
    Here is Chris’ companion piece to my Edward Morrison stories, telling what happens after the Squid leaves. It’s a great story and the mood here is perfect.

  10. David Stewart October 30, 2012 at 1:33 AM #

    Reblogged it on mine. It makes a great addition to the world of Edward Morrison (I’m not sure what to call the world or setting. I’ve been calling it Aftermath, in my own files).

    • Christopher De Voss October 30, 2012 at 7:38 AM #

      Thanks! Aftermath is good. It definitely needs a name.


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