Travelers in Atlantis

They were from the Green-and-Ochre tribe, a family of six – father, mother, three sons and daughter – traveling across half the continent to see relatives who had moved to the Red Lands. Their airship was slowly making its way through the thick misty air about 50 feet above ground when it suddenly hit a stone structure and broke in two. I could follow the jumble of the screams and last thoughts of the six as they were tumbling down. All of them were instantly dead on impact. I cannot trace their existence any further now; my head is aching from searching the shelves of Akasha. But two of them, I feel, are very near me in this life.

– Niebla (© 2008)

A tiny glimpse of an Atlantis novella or novel that has been brewing in my mind for a while.
Felt compelled to add this to the list for Sunday Scribblings‘ #100 (!!) — Time Machine prompt.


About niebla

I wish to remain clear of details. My words shall lift the veil.
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3 Responses to Travelers in Atlantis

  1. writersisland says:

    Fascinating post… and well written.

  2. whypaisley says:

    this was quite an interesting lead in .. i think you ought to pursue it.. i am not a serious fan of science fiction,, but the theory of rebirth does interest me,, so i feel i would like to read more of this….

  3. niebla says:

    Thanks for visiting and commenting!

    Glad you thought this fascinating and well written, writersisland.

    whypaisley: If I ever expanded this, it might be more like fantasy than science fiction. 🙂 Rebirth … to me it seems like knowledge mankind used to have but then forgot …

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