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Underwater Dreams

The waves frothed and crashed in the storm above.  Deep under the water, all was calm.  Captain Wilks closed his eyes as he felt his submersible gently rock from side to side with the currents.  All around, there was darkness.  A quiet sigh escaped his chest, and he rested his hands on his stomach as he dozed off.

“Captain Wilks?” The young man in the eyepatch squinted up at the captain. “I heard you’re looking for a crew for deep diving missions.  You’re going to need a cryptozoologist, you know.” He grinned, like a cat about to get the prized tuna. “I’ll accept this job opening for the low hiring cost of…” 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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A Bullet in a Snow Globe

As snow fell from a bright and sunny sky, I felt like I was living inside a snow globe.  The air was nipping cold, but even in my crummy slippers and my hole-filled hoodie, I was unwilling to go back inside yet.  My home, an old school shared with my family and many others, was warmer, but far less beautiful.  Bored children and their grandparents often cleaned the yard and walls because there was nothing else to do after work days were finished.

I was sure that there was nothing like this in the world.  I shielded my eyes and looked up.  The snow was bright and shining as it fell, like motes of pure light.  An uneasy step led me forward, away from the old school.  If none of this had happened, I might have happily attended it as a student and learned how to read the sign in front. Read the rest of this entry »


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Meet the Scout

When pacing in circles the normal way finally stopped being less boring than sitting, Billy the captured scout began to walk in circles backward.  His nimble feet kept him upright, despite his growing dizziness, and he soon stopped to shake his head in an effort to clear away the strange sensation.

Billy was so horribly bored.  He finally walked back to the cot and flopped onto his back.  The scout closed his eyes and tried to nap the day away, but his legs soon began to tingle, and simply flexing the muscles was not enough to satisfy his restless limbs.  With a groan, he threw himself into a sitting position and pouted.  His capture was neither right, nor fair.  He had not crossed the border, merely taken a peek when he heard sounds of someone in distress. Read the rest of this entry »


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Caged Bird

When Doctor Reves first laid eyes on me, I was being hauled into his hospital on a gurney.  I was fat, and recently survived an attack by what equate to zombies– a flash mob of brainless, starved people who will eat anything, including flesh.  I only survived because the corpses they were eating were piled on top of me when the army arrived and blasted them all to shit.  They didn’t expect any survivors, and I soon learned why: surviving that is usually not a nice accomplishment, but a prequel to a fuck-ton of difficulty.

So, there I was.  I was the fat guy in glasses on the gurney, muttering nonsense and using all of my energy to avoid going mad.  Blood soaked my clothes, and I had no idea how much was mine. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on March 2, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction


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“He’s doing it again, isn’t he?” The little girl demanded petulantly, her lower jaw jutted forward and one eye narrowed suspiciously.

Her mother shook her head.  She was trying, and failing, to conceal a smile.

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Posted by on January 25, 2013 in Semihistorical Fiction


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“For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.” – D.H. Lawrence

Continued from “The best thing about dreams… and it really happened.”

The boy in the girl jeans fell.  That brief expression of shock he held right before impact warmed me, and I dragged him inside, then locked the door again.  I had two of the boys now.  I took a breath and looked at the boy I just felled.  There was a small smudge of blood on his forehead.  Slowly, I checked his skull for any obvious dents.  None were found, but his nose was bleeding and looked crooked now.  I dragged him to the bedroom and tied him to a very heavy chair.

Curly watched me from the door with surprise. “Maybe you can hold your own…” He murmured. “Boss is going to put up a hell of a fight, though.  I don’t think you’ll last.”

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Posted by on January 22, 2013 in Modern Fiction


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