Purple Dots

Cypri’Lan: “I can’t wait; I can’t wait! Ever since I could wait I’ve been in a state of being unable to wait! I’m so glad this day is here!” YUP_YUP: “Actually, you can wait. What’s going to happen if you don’t wait?” Cypri’Lan: “I will literally EXPLODE!” YUP_YUP: “We are not capable of doing such…

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Twisted by Malignant Will

This story is part of a series. For the first entry, if you are new, click here: Ducks. For the previous entry, click here: Resident Conman.     On my way to my destination I spotted a water fountain with a screen attached to it. Exactly what I needed; I had an awful taste in my…

Antiquated Standards

Thick set armchair padded liberally. Table beside it, a helm upon this. Five cords extended from said helmet. They were arrayed around a globose protrusion and kept together by cloth ties at equal intervals. The cords separated upon reaching the wall and connected to separate ports in a computer shielded by removable paneling. On the other…

#2 Bad First Impression: Introduction

This is the second story in a series of stories. If you haven't read the previous entry, click here: Bad First Impression: Introduction to Introduction.     We’ve all experienced fear, but few have experienced the dread of imminent extinction. Few have been under heavy fire, ears ringing and trousers drenched. Few have cowered behind…

Resident Conman

This is part of a series. For the previous entry, click here: Ducks.     “Ah hate dis sheit,” Richard muttered, his mouth full. Juicy and sweet with perfectly textured skin—excellent taste but no flavor. This “apple”, as did the others in his bag, came from a pile. There were several in the store, a…

Dross: Ophelia

I find myself with depleted creative juices and reduced willpower. For the first time in a long while, I deleted a story. I am of the mindset that every story can be salvaged, but something about this particular one flipped a switch in my brain. This deviation from the norm has left me in an…

Ducks

Rippling like a pond ravaged by wind. A heat devil encompassing the entire sky. An anomaly enwrapping the ether with a veil of distortion. Odd, befuddling—a phenomenon Manuel had noticed two weeks ago. One day he had been strolling down Ash Avenue, cars zipping by, people walking oft trodden routes. And then a… a feeling…

Dross: Betrayed!

"Short stories and dross" is the tagline for a reason. It's time for some non-fiction, for that "dross." So, recently, I've been working on a short story. As I was editing the thing I made an astonishing discovery: I spelt "strength" wrong and did not remember spellcheck flagging it. Something smelt fishy. I went back,…