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An Unhappy Future

A new home. It was so dull, living with a normal family. His foster parents were irritatingly normal, and they could do nothing to enforce their rules. His foster father refused to call him Vinnie, and his foster mother refused to let him skip the piano lessons she required of him. He was good enough, but his teacher refused to let him advance at his own pace, and after a month, he was still doing scales.

The new home was made all the more miserable by a pre-existing basement and an underground lake not far underneath. He had no place to work, and no place to play– especially not with all of the pine trees around, with their long, thick roots. The boy did manage to install a lock on his bedroom door, and that gave him a modicum of the privacy he once had, although it felt like he was always naked. He was told he had to dress normally– leave his goggles and lab coat home when he went anywhere, brush his hair every day, and even more pointless tasks. Humans just didn’t understand. Read the rest of this entry »

 

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My Master is My Fulfillment

Ah!  Master looked at me!  I looked up attentively, and she looked away.  My shoulders slumped as I watched her return to fiddling with some paper, and I sighed silently.  More homework, I was sure of it.  She had far too much lately.  Her tears at night always put her to sleep before I could sing to her, and I was getting increasingly worried.  She rested her head on her desk and made puttering sounds with her lips.  I could see how bored she was.

She glanced back at me, then shook her head and sat back up. “I have to finish this before I can play, she told herself.  My heart sank.  She said that each day, but she always completed her work so late, she ran out of energy. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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Smile Boy Roshad

The leaves crunched under Uros’ sandals.  Each step through the colorful autumn garden was filled with bright colors and lively sounds.  A few bugs called out for love, and the birds still sang despite the chill in the air.  The morning sun gave the plot a golden hue.

Uros stopped in front of a stone bench and turned away from it.  He gripped one side of his robes and pulled it away from himself to tighten them against his legs, then sat on the bench and folded the end over his lap.  With a content sigh, he closed his eyes and listened.  An icy breeze whipped by him, and he sat still to enjoy it.

The warden, a homely woman, arrived not long after, and sat beside him. “Let me know when you’re ready to go back inside, my lord.” Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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Agent Hulo (Part III)

Continued from Agent Hulo (Part II).

Valerio’s introduction to his father’s work was sudden and stressful for the boy.  Nobody believed him when he said that Alvares was his father.  Everyone treated him as though he was just a silly child.  They pitied him and coddled him, and he hated it.  With every shred of his youthful energy, he hated it.  Finally, he walked up to a woman with the name ‘Rodrigues‘ on her coat.

“You!  Tell me about why nobody believes I’m really Alvares’s son!” He puffed his cheeks out, ready for her to turn and laugh at him. Read the rest of this entry »

 

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Agent Hulo (Part II)

Continued from Agent Hulo.

Interrogating Nita was difficult for Alvares. At one point, she had been his betrothed until circumstances pulled them apart. Alvares walked from the cell and pulled the latex gloves from his hands, then removed the rubber full-body coat. Her fear and her remorse were so great, he’d not needed them at all. She told him everything, almost before he was able to get a secretary in to take notes– a secretary inspected and free of the Ku Ton tattoo.

He closed his eyes thoughtfully. The tattoos were only behind the ear, hidden under hair. In the event of baldness, they were smaller, but they were in the same location. He sighed as he pondered the names she gave him of known Ku Tons within in his agency. Alvares felt absolutely certain there were more, but with the new knowledge of how to identify them, he was less worried. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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Agent Hulo

Alvares Hulo gripped his wife’s hand.  This wasn’t where he wanted his son born.  His work office was cursed, he was certain.  Silently, he prayed that the curse would not rest on his little boy.  As he knelt beside his wife, he looked her in the eye. “How are you feeling, Vanessia?”

“Sunshine and blueberries, love,” she answered dryly. “I want to strangle you for inflicting this on me.”

“Dear, you’re the one who damn near raped me.” He chuckled, satisfied that her humor was intact.  The doctor finally arrived, and from there, Alvares was promptly banished from the room to wait outside.  He sat against the pinstriped wall, propped up only by the strength of his outstretched legs.  He crossed his arms and thought about a few work problems while he waited. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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BoGo (Part III)

Continued from Guin Weds.

The wedding went off with no trouble, and Guin soon came to know his new wife.  Nadea was a lively woman, and adored Boreal as though she was the girl’s own mother.  She shared Guin’s sorrow over the girl’s short life, and every day, she made Bo a healthy snack herself, certain that with the love of family, the snacks would taste even better.

Bo’s fourteenth birthday came and went, and Bo began a steady and rapid decline.  Her doctor had to move her limbs for her to help her get out of bed every day, and each day it took longer.  Guin spent all of his time that he was not working in her room.  Money was tight, and he often went without meals to ensure his daughter and wife could eat their fill.  He was thin and gaunt.  He only smiled for them, and in his worried misery, he felt it was not often enough. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on April 9, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction

 

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