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The Starry Man

We met in a bar.  My friends dragged me to the dark building, lit with rustic light bulbs instead of diffused-beam lighting system.  When I asked the bar worker, he said the owner had a stockpile from back when bulbs were viable, and he hated to waste money.

The light from the bulbs was fuzzy, and as my friends dragged me from the bar to a table, I spotted her. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on August 9, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction

 

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Mine, Craft, Farm

As I stared through my tall observation tower and faced the north, I tilted my head to one side.  It felt strange, that I was planning to go out with only a few spare tools and a wooden sword, rather than dozens of torches, tools, and whatever else I could carry.  I glanced back at the glass-surrounded room I built with my own hands.  I was proud, but I wanted to do more.  I wanted to throw danger to the winds, even with my unarmored body and my lone sword.

My home– no, my castle– was incredible.  I had this room– my observation tower.  I had a master bedroom, a guest room, a reception hall, a crafting room with everything included, an underground farm, a second level with beasts, and all the defenses a lowly farmer could create using stone, wood, glass, and some help from my friends. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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My Sister and I (Part II)

Continued from My Brother and I (Part I).

Something about the shape-shifter’s nudity made me laugh.  Her anger seemed less dangerous as I reached into my cape for another book. “Alright, that’s enough playing.” I tried to play off the fight as though I hadn’t been trying at all.  I shifted my staff into the crook of my arm, held my book with my hand, and used my free hand to flip my hair from my face. “Are you attacking because you’re hungry?” I reached into my cape, book at the ready still, and tossed her a bagel.

Fuck, that hurt.  Hiding pain wasn’t hard, but I didn’t like it.  My arm felt like it was on fire, either from some side effect of her bite or perhaps it was simply my body taking the bite on a more positive note.  I forced what I thought was a less shaky smile, and she stared at me like I was crazy. Read the rest of this entry »

 

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Money Beds

“I’m going to end up naked, aren’t I?” Teddy rolled his eyes as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. He tossed the garment aside, and it slapped into the face of his assistant, who stood stoically for a few moments before she plucked it off herself and dropped it to the floor.

“Teddy, you missed breakfast,” she reminded him as she handed him a gooey chocolate granola bar and a wisp stick so he could brush his teeth after. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on May 10, 2013 in Modern Fiction

 

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Hero Report

Hurricane slowly removed Vanessa Varian’s blindfold and smiled at her with uncertainty in his eyes. “Tell me, what have you learned so far about the murders?”

Vanessa squinted and looked around. “Hurricane?  What are we doing here?” She slowly moved her hands, surprised at the lack of bindings. “Was I kidnapped?” Her brow furrowed with confusion, and she looked up at the windy superhero.

“I brought you here for safety, but that’s beside the point.  What do you know so far about the murders in city hall?” His tone was slightly panicked as he stepped away from her to allow her to rise from the too-small wooden chair that looked stolen from an elementary or middle school. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on April 29, 2013 in Modern Fiction

 

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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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The Ashen Children

Hero, they called him.  He was the slayer of dragons and a killer of monsters of all stripes.  He saved damsels aplenty, and even saved the princess now and then.  He slayed the Fen Witch and killed her familiars.  Truly, he was a man among men, and a prime example of what they could do, if they possessed as much willpower and the correct mindset.  He was tall and strong, with a steady jaw and the perfect chin.  Every woman in the city swooned over him and begged him to marry her, even if he must at times leave to do heroic deeds for the good of the country.

Despite their want for him, he denied each woman in turn, for to endanger a person who chose to attach to him would destroy him, he said.

We knew he was full of shit, though. Read the rest of this entry »

 
 

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