Quantum Wet Dreams – Series – Part 3

She didn’t know how far she had fallen or how she manage to sustain no damage or felt any pain. The water at the base of the dark pit sat languid around her upper body. It seeped into her blue dress and washed the grotesque feeling of molestation she sensed inside the slug. Now she only felt the dirty water soaking her lower regions. She moaned for help but found that she was deep underground, the round hole stretching above her like an earthen well.

She stood. Strangely there were metal beams at the base, as if this place were constructed a long time ago to mine minerals Read More

Quantum Wet Dreams – Series – Part 2

“Lick, lick, lick, I wished I could have engulfed the mighty appendage. Did I paint an adequate mental image, my dear?” The short man had indeed painted a very nasty picture. One with his body. Another picture with his words. Locus had introduced her miniature friend as Fink, a tattooed and burly human engineer with a lower member that could only be described as cap like, relating to the algaric plant genome, with gills under the head. His other appendages were an amalgamation of steel gears and flesh, his arm being partly exposed. What a strange choice to be part primitive machine and part imp, thought Angel Read More

Super Psycho – Short Story (Superhero)

Saturday: I leaped off a building. Scary. Not as much fun as I thought. The cape was a nice touch. Soaring through the streets I found the street filthy with trash and hordes of trash people. Do they really deserve to be saved? They certainly don’t deserve to know my true identity. I know what they’ll say, that the mask is a deception, that I’m hiding behind it. But I’m not a liar. Being a hero out ways any wrongdoing that might be perceived by the liars. At 315PM I found the bomb implanted on the bridge into the city. Disarmed it. Saw a school bus and the kids cheered me. Another day. Another duty fulfilled. Still didn’t make the news.

This city’s falling apart and no one is doing anything about it. Crime on the streets. It needs to be cleansed Read More

Quantum Wet Dreams – Series – Part 1

“Error. Error. Power source unstable. Life support offline. Trial period is about to expire. Error. Life signs not found…No oxygen found. Attempting to contact Hallett Starship….Attempt failed. Error. Errer found. Recursion error found. Error has reerr9er…Errorer.”

Her eyes blinked to life, mechanical motors clicked when she expanded her retinal apertures. Her stomach churned with the fans placed near her heart to keep it cool. Old but new with life. Angel awoke to find herself faced with several warning messages on the life capsule. “No oxygen found. No life signs found. Are you OK? Errooorrrrr. Press OK if you’re alive. Are…errorr you alive?” She didn’t know if she should. She wasn’t alive. But she wasn’t dead Read More

Those That Hate the Self – Short Story

“I’m ugly. I’m powerless. I’m fat and gross. Everyone who looks at me only sees a worthless slob who has no self-esteem, no self-control, and no self-confidence with a habit of self-destruction and self-deception.” Carol looked at herself in the mirror and repeated the honest facts out loud. Self-actualization was important after all, at least that’s what her therapist told her. “I eat too much. I work out too little. I hate myself and I hate the world for making me feel this way.” She wasn’t supposed to hide her feelings. It was best not to ignore them or else she would internalize it and go insane like all those other fat people who were worthless members of society Read More