September 2011
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The Edge of the Earth
My house resides at the edge of the Earth. At the corner of ruin and strife. At the intersection of alone and scared.
The world ended two years ago. A massive viral contagion culled ninety-five percent of our population. For those fortunate souls, death was swift. Those who survived because of a mysterious immunity were destined to a far worse fate. We fell to anarchy first, famine next, and...
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250 Words of Sci Fi
The stasis bullet hummed by me in a flash of blinding blue. “You’ve lost, Cromwell! We’re all dead in minutes, and New Washington is coming with us!” my foe shouted. Another shot ricocheted inches from my shoulder. I had the right specifications to get past the security doors of the huge industrial warehouse. I’d made it through the gibberish of code, then cut down countless guns-for-hire to get...
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Sci Fi #1
“Space is a big place.” Shawn had heard that damn cliché ad nauseum. He’d heard it a thousand times during Flight School. A thousand more times when he joined the military, and a thousand times again when they promoted him to Special Ops. When he was dishonorably discharged for taking money under the table in exchange for cargo protection, guess what, he heard it again. And...
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An Unwelcome Suitor
Thomas heard familiar sobbing followed by a whiff of air, footsteps on the staircase, and the crash of door against frame. “Danni, what’s this all about?” He strained to listen, but heard only the sounds of the night. Thomas flicked his blindman’s cane and shuffled towards the front door. “Did you leave the door open?” He halted and screwed his lips into a...
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Sci Fi #2
“No one could figure out how you’d managed to disappear without a trace. Please stay strong. We will do what we can to set you free. Love, Ben and Miranda.” As if I needed the reminder. Disgusted, I crumpled the letter and hurled it into the corner of my prison cell. I’d been locked away in Folsom for a good month. In that time, I’d made two friends: a lumpy bed...
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Mortality
The worst smell in the world is the puff of smoke from the bullet that takes your life. It must be true. I’ve killed a hundred men at point blank range. The ones that don’t die as soon as ballistic breaks bone tend to wear the same mix of shock and abstract wonder before the life leaves their eyes. The other feature they share: a crinkling beside the nasal bone, telling me that they...
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Her Last Deception
Raun stood stark still, back flat against the cold stone wall. His pitch-black tunic was damp with sweat, magnifying the chill against his skin. He held his short-sword in Thieves’ Pose, hilt gripped loose, blade pointing downward, parallel and flush against his forearm. Taking a deep breath, he scanned his surroundings. He had managed to conceal himself in a small, out-of-the-way storage...
