Please share this game with whoever you feel would enjoy the experience.
I also intend to write up a brief reflection on some of the lessons I learnt during the games development. Stay tuned.
This is a 100 word short story I have written for the book I am working on The Future of Life and Death
Money makes the world go round, completely false and besides, most of these people don’t even understand money, let alone gravity. These students, kids, shamelessly showing their faces in my first period Physics class. They play ball games at lunch, unknowingly applying the requisite force at the requisite time to gain another point in another round. They are quite dull, and I suspect are lacking in intellect. They don’t understand or comprehend, and think they want money so that they might make the world spin. They don’t even talk to me and ask questions. No one ever talks to me.
It was written, in the time of ink and paper, there might exist an impossible future.This is a 100 word short story I have written for the book I am working on The Future of Life and Death
Awakening to a South African morning, a young man excitedly prepares to speak with a woman struggling through the depths of a Canadian night. With each word, something new was learned. With expressions evolving on their faces, regard formed and just was.The pair shared long conversations.They argued on the feeling of warm and cold days. They laughed, sometimes.Each had thoughts that requested to be hidden. They were aware of the impossible given the distance.At least, they lived the impossible future.
Sweat was never like this. It was a maligned representative of Dean’s sedentary life, birthed by his teenage habits. Sweat was dirty. Sweat was uncomfortable. Sweat had never been this.This is a 100 word short story I have written for the book I am working on The Future of Life and Death
Sweat would never highlight special moments such as it did now.
Dean looked over the figure lying naked, with and like him. Sweat was sliding, mingling and shifting between he and his partner, his partner and he. Sweat was not uncomfortable now. It was not the product of an unclean exertion. Sweat was the emblem of something worth that effort. Total acceptance partnered with an exposure of a naked self.