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Vincent Vance (Part II)

Continued from Vincent Vance.

It was two years after the worst year of his life, and the only time he was happy was during the government-required summer camp that lasted all of one month out of twelve.  He had friends there, and he felt that at camp, people approved of him.  He was often quiet and stayed to himself, but one older girl had broken through part of his barriers, and he often refused to leave her side.

He even left his own mother in the dust to be with the girl called Mellie, and at camp, he insisted that his name was not Vincent, but Vinnie– to match his best friend. Read the rest of this entry »


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Vincent Vance

Everywhere he looked, Vincent saw that normal humans like his father were rare.  Almost everyone was like his mother– a race called demis.  The demis were a race of semi-divinities with lengthened life spans, an element they could get killed by to give them a third form, and a realm, which gave them a second form and that controlled their lives.

Many of the realms were considered “common”, like grief, happiness, love– the emotional spectrum, and a few others, like children and sex.  Some concretes, elements, and ideas as realms were much more rare.  Magic, mad science, fire– just a few of the realms that were under government protection for the sake of keeping the world from losing its so-precious balance. Read the rest of this entry »


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The Tiny Death

I felt unnerved.  The winds were high and crisp, and the ground under my feet was mushy as I waited for mom to finish moving the car out of the way so I could take the keys back inside.  The porch light illuminated little, but gave the front tree a ghostly cast.  Even with the van and the car alive and lit nearby, the darkness of the morning didn’t allow the expected noise or light to loosen its grip over the world.

I almost spoke up several times as mom handed me the car keys and gave me a hug, but I held back.  This was the world my mom drove to work through every day.  Even as a creature of the night, I shied away from this early morning darkness.  The street lights did nothing to brighten the world around me.  With a nervous gaze, I watched mom drive off in her big van. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on March 11, 2013 in Modern Fiction


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The roll of the die says “W.”

Walking home was always so spooky, but I liked it.  The rustle of dead leaves in autumn was intoxicating, like the whispers of a black widow on her wedding night.  I breathed deeply the scent of the rotting leaves on the ground.  That sweet smell of death always set my head spinning.  This path through the park in the middle of night during the cooling months of the year was my slice of forbidden heaven.  It always felt like I was going to be horribly stabbed to death, or like I would find someone’s dead body laying in the ditch at the side of the dirt path.

I looked up, and my breath caught in my throat.  The full moon was directly overhead.  I felt my heart pound against my chest.  It looked so close, like I could reach up and touch it.  I turned off my visor so I could walk by moonlight alone.  Certainly, it was stupid– visors were made to light the way, and mine had some minor vision corrective properties.  I looked around.  Everything seemed eerie.  The moon bleached everything.  My breath came and went faster as I continued to walk.  Without my visor, everything looked so different!  The rustling leaves no longer looked like fire, but instead like black clouds of evil hanging over the trees.

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Posted by on January 6, 2013 in Futuristic Fiction


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