Short Fiction

Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 10

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A singular thought passed through Cody, like a constant wave. “Have to get away. Have to get away.” His emotional state worsened with every passing parked car or perhaps by the increasing speed with which Ms. Cunningway drove. Despite his annoyance at her voice, it was a nice day out, sunny and bright, except for the tower of gloom behind them. But after looking back at the tower of red reaching for the sky over his house through the trees he was growing sicker, getting further and further from his friends. They wouldn’t be able to face the wizard alone but he could only daydream about traveling to the other side of the world where he couldn’t be found by anyone Read More

The Void at the End of Time – Short Story

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The woman I loved left me. I never thought I’d leave this place. My home. My planet. My time. But I had nothing to sustain me. Forgive me. If anyone sees this, tell your people about me. I just want someone to know who I am. Or who I was, somewhere before the end of time. 

She was the one who inspired me to look at life with childlike wonder. We lived together for eight years before she decided she didn’t love me anymore. I was on the verge of losing my job at the Quantum Space facility when I decided to steal the Ark Spacetime Machine and everything with it. It was to be launched into space, with the rest of the molecular samples of Earth, in case of an apocalyptic event — the end times as it were Read More

Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 9

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Grass danced against the back of his hand, the blades tickling him. The smell was nice too and as he breathed it in, he was glad to feel earth, or the Earth, beneath him. The smells were all too familiar, so many hours of his childhood were spent running through nature, the woods, playing in the soil, digging holes, and pulling up weeds by the roots. He wished he could stay here forever, staring at the clouds and taking in the scent of the pollen, tree sap, daisy weeds, and dirt. He appreciated the calming senses that the grass and the cool air provided, knowing that they could easily be taken away by the evil wizard Read More

Hate Grenades – Short Story

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“The head is the hardest to crack. The skull is thick and can survive 500 pounds of pressure. But it’s the insides that are hardest to crack.” Sergeant Carrigan was issuing commands to the sound cannon on the roof of the armored van, typing on the console.

Specialist Nichols edged forward and studied his input commands, remembering a few of them from the training course. “Most of the protesters brought headphones this time. Won’t that defeat the purpose of the sound cannon?” Nichols could almost feel the approaching crowds from the back of the truck. The thundering, shouting voices were chanting for violence. A pack of insurgents was one thing but this was a whole horde of American civilians, on an American street. His training didn’t prepare him for conflict against his own people. He didn’t even want to peek around the corner of the open truck door Read More

Toxic Waste Mutant – Short Story

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Garbage, toxic and poisonous, stretched as far as Sylis could see as the hover pod bounced up and down over the uneven terrain. He judged the landfill to be about thirty miles in every direction in this zone. This was the last contaminated zone they would have to visit tonight before the sun came up and the pillars of hazardous vapor could be seen more clearly by the floating cities above Read More

Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 8

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It was strange –almost too strange — to hear his brother with a sophisticated, noble accent. He no longer had the mumbling, unfocused voice of a disobedient and willfully ignorant teenage boy. Another odd sight was the black armor, heavily adorned with emblems of creatures he didn’t recognize. Angry-looking creatures and shapes; vines with thorns, a snake monster with a wide mouth, large leathery wings that stretched across the calf of the armor. The metal images reminded Cody of tattoos that he saw on Kumar’s uncle; aggressive signs that made the wearer seem cool and macho. But Cody couldn’t help but feel that this wasn’t his brother at all. Aaron, even with all his faults and selfishness, would have never pulled this hard on his arm. He wouldn’t have ever had the incentive to even try Read More

Cafeteria Brain Worms – Short Story

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“There’s no such thing as a recession. My dad says it’s made up.” Barry interrupted, his arms flailing so everyone in the cafeteria could see. “The school’s just trying to save money by using squirrel meat. Or maybe even human meat. Shoot, people are eating the cicadas for snacks…Eww, dude.” He lifted up his tray and dropped it, a splatter of ground meat shot across the table, appearing more like spilled brains with beans. The mozzarella added to the neural-webbing look Read More

Ocean Songs – Short Story

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“Pirates.” Cari said out loud, not having heard her voice in so long. It sounded rough and dry but it was better than the constant sound of water hitting the cargo container and now the mysterious sound that started a few days ago and wouldn’t stop. “Or a naval ship.” She said, giving a breath of oxygen to sugar snap peas growing on the container wall, attached by wire.

The doppler sonar device wasn’t picking anything up but it never did with its minimal radius. Sometimes she’d be drifting for miles and see ship debris, huge chunks of them usually, and the radar never picked them up. She could see them coming just by standing on top of the storage container before the sonar would even ping. The random debris would clink against her cargo container vessel and float around it Read More

Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 7

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The television had been quiet for several hours. But Cody barely noticed. His eyes were closed tight most of that time, trying to think of other things to drown out the loud groaning and creaking coming from the attic door. It started out as wind, the same type that pushed him back from Aaron when the doors of hell opened up in his father’s bedroom.

He never had time to think how crazy it all was. There was no way he could’ve known that Paralaya was real and that the evil wizard trying to break into his world was either but now he wasn’t sure if he was having a nightmare or if he was going insane. Kumar would certainly think so Read More

Mindshatter – Short Story

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It was coming again. That darkness, that fading blur in his eyes, that tingling sensation that felt like the beginning of a migraine. But it wasn’t a migraine. It was much worse. Migraines, even ocular migraines that impaired his vision, didn’t rip apart the fabric of reality, cause him to blackout, and lose track of time. Jeremy’s mind, even if the cerebral technician said he couldn’t find anything weird, no longer felt like his own Read More