It was a sunny morning in early October and the house was astir with activity. Katie and her grandmother Edna were busy slicing tomatoes at the kitchen table for dehydrating. Henry and Ryan were working on a plumbing project in the basement to re-route the kitchen waste water to a rain barrel outside. With the exuberance of an eight year old on her birthday, the small … [Read more...]
"Where presidents once gazed"
A series of original stories by JB Sties set in a small city in the eastern US sometime after peak oil has hit but not too far in the future. Exclusive to Transition Voice.
It was the first day of school for Sakiko and six of the neighbor’s children. Katie stood behind a desk made of two file cabinets and an old solid core wood door covered in a table cloth. The blackboard behind her was as black as a winter’s night except for her name written in yellow chalk. Her students sat in mismatched office chairs around two dining room tables salvaged … [Read more...]
Our fourth installment of post-peak fiction by writer JB Sties. His first piece was “The Lot: a tale from the near future.” His second was “On the fence” and his third was "Stop cutting the grass." — Ed As the train came to rest beside the wooden platform, Ryan removed his cap and wiped the sweat from his brow. His handkerchief, soaked after a long day of … [Read more...]
Our third installment of post-peak fiction by writer JB Sties. His first piece was "The Lot: a tale from the near future." His second was "On the fence." -- Ed “Ryan, what was it like here during the collapse?” Katie asked, turning to dump a handful of raspberries into the stainless steel bowl between them. Ryan sat back on his heels for a moment considering how to … [Read more...]
Our second installment of post-peak fiction by writer JB Sties. His first piece was called "The Lot: a tale from the near future." This piece picks up where the previous one left off. Enjoy. By early March, my thoughts were turning to the garden. I was maxing out my DHS ration card every month and starting to run low on the preserves I had put down. My hooped winter garden … [Read more...]