Prelude – Creatura 0.5
It’s not easy creating life, but that’s what Deus was meant to do. And
as amazing as his new creations may be, Deus finds that there’s nothing
wonderful about being the only person in existence. Using his power, he molds a
companion to keep him company; only, something goes awry and Starr soon proves
to be as wild as the animals he’s crafted.
What do you do when the only other person in the universe hates you? You
fall in love, of course…because that’s how forever begins.
AUTHOR BIO
Nely Cab was
born on December 9, 1974, in Matamoros, Tamaulipas, Mexico. She has lived and
resided in a small, quiet South Texas town most of her life. Putting her
Computer Accounting skills to use, Cab worked in banking for several years. In
2001, the author relocated to Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico, where she
dedicated time to the study of culinary arts and the art of oil painting. After
her return to the U.S., Nely resumed her employment in banking and later
transitioned to the field of Social Work.
Today, Nely Cab
writes from the comfort of her home, where she lives with her husband and son.
Her life goal is to check-off Bucket List Item No. 95,623,351: To Conquer the
World. While she aspires world domination, Nely continues to work on her debut
series Creatura.
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Excerpt2:
DAY 51
Seven weeks have passed.
I’ve let time continue, but I haven’t moved an inch. I’ve been standing in the
same green field staring at a motionless, crouching Starr. She’s a tiny and
fierce wax statue again. I consult the voice of reason—my soul.
The voice of reason is
the force that guides me. It’s within me, like a second person but without a
body. It offers its wisdom, which is how I’ve been able to construct the
Universe. But this voice, it also annoys me, and it won’t let me modify some
things, including Starr.
No. This is her
essence, and it cannot be changed, my inner self says in my head every time
I so much as think to attempt it.
As I watch her, I know
that I’m not afraid of Starr like the men of future Earth are afraid of their
women. No. Not at all. What I am is truly and without a doubt horrified of her.
I don’t know what to do.
In my hand, I materialize a baseball bat.
Excerpt 3:
DAY 348
I’m hungry and cold and the sun hasn’t risen for nine days. The rain stopped
falling, but now it’s been replaced by snow. I’ve been crying for three days,
and I can’t stop myself. My body is begging me to feed it, but I only have a
few pieces of fruit left.
I wipe my tears and breath raggedly as I take a spear and walk out of the cave.
Flakes fall on my face and hair, melting into dreadfully cold moisture. For a
moment, I want to return to the cave, but my stomach begins to ache from
hunger, so I will myself to keep going. I need to find some meat and more wood,
else I’ll starve and freeze. Immortality makes no sense when life’s all about
an eternity of suffering.
I can’t see anything in the darkness, and I trip a few times. Suddenly, I hear
movement by the river. I raise my spear, but I don’t know in which
direction to cast it. I hear a sound behind me, followed by a short growl,
and quickly, I twist my neck. Two yellow eyes are peering at me, and I take a
step back. The largest feline creature I have ever seen—bigger than a
lion—is sitting on its hind legs with a dead animal in its mouth. I raise my
spear, and the feline lowers its head, dropping the carcass on the snow. It
pushes the dead animal toward me with its nose and produces a sound like a
whimper. Judging by its posture, I see that the creature has no intention of
attacking. It continues to push the dead animal toward me, and I wonder what it
wants. Cautiously, I take a step forward and see the corpse. It’s the same
species as this feline, only much smaller.
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