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Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 10
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…
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The Void at the End of Time – Short Story
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…
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Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 9
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…
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Hate Grenades – Short Story
“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…
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Toxic Waste Mutant – Short Story
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…
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Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 8
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,…
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Cafeteria Brain Worms – Short Story
“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…
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Ocean Songs – Short Story
“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…
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Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 7
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…
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Mindshatter – Short Story
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…
Karl Kirkpatrick 