It was the beginning of a long, rainy Tuesday. I had to leave town a half hour after a special meeting with the mayor. The small town hadn’t been the guest of a foreigner in days and the mayor wanted me to carry a message for him. Dirty work, but someone’s always destined to be the bitch. Read on…
Ral lifted his hand out of the freezing water. His hand wasn’t pruned. Everyone else’s hand were pruned after just a few minutes. Read on…
This is a short that I submitted to Glimmer Train. It was rejected, but I figured it would be. It’s my first submission and I must admit that it’s not as good as I thought it was when I submitted it. The story’s kind of a Philip K. Dick type reality/or not story set in the future. Read on…
This is a piece I started a long time ago in an excercise in classical-style literature. It’s basically a long poem, The Odyssey style (but not nearly as long). I just recently finished it, but I think I sortof missed the mark. Any comments?
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Ral’s muscles still ached from the Earth motion training the day before. His legs felt like rubber and he needed more sleep. Usually, at the end of physical training days, the bunk room was dead silent until they were awakened. But unfortunately… Read on…
Shit. Knew I should’ve done something, thought Ral as he leaned his head against the steel bars confining him to his bed and hole in the floor. The cold steel on the floor of this ship was even colder than those of his own and the air (which seemed equally as cold as the floors) reeked of urine and other fowl odors that accumulate when humans are allowed to live in unfiltered air. Read on…
When someone is in as deep a sleep as Ral, it’s only proper to knock first, otherwise you might see the true beast in the person. Unfortunately for Ral, this party didn’t knock nor fear any man’s fury. Read on…
Raleigh touched the button that appeared on the dim red screen in front of him and watched the massive chunk of space rock being pulled toward him; or perhaps he was being pulled toward it? He never could tell. Either way, the rock was certain to pay off nicely down at the Coop. Read on…
The twilight outside and burning lamps inside cast eery shadows on the walls of the small dining room where a middle aged man occupied one of the modest chairs surrounding a dining table stacked with food. The sun had just set at his back and the day was rapidly transforming into night.
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