End of Minds (part five)

Perhaps while you have been reading this document, as you have been slowly learning your way around and discovering the strange and wonderful society that is the esoteric order of the Sixth House of the Alliance of Minds, you may have begun to see me as infallible. These memoirs of mine are intended to serve as a guide, an example of the limitless potential of the human mind when coupled with an intense determination to solve any problem, and...

03/11/2008 | 230 Hits | 12 comments | (9 votes) | Read more...

The Monitor

After a baby has fallen asleep in your arms, and you are trying to lay them down in the crib ever so softly, as to not give them reason one to awake, there is that one particular moment that everything hinges upon, the transfer. Matt Winslow had learned this the hard way. After an hour of rocking and shushing, feeding and burping, spit up and cries, Samantha, the 3 month old bundle of nothing but sunshine and roses, fell asleep propped...

03/10/2008 | 158 Hits | 3 comments | (4 votes) | Read more...

The Last Days of Man

As we walk up upon the stage, I take a look around at this familiar but strange surroundings. It’s rather hot for late November, but that is due more to the lights than “Global Warming.” Looking at this setup though you’d think “Global Warming” wasn’t real, let alone a concern. The lights, the Cam-Bots buzzing around trying to find some good angles, the crowd gathered to watch the event and so o...

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Flash Forward

I wrote this back in early 2007, but thought it was too short to be good.   Mitchell set his digital camera on his relatives gathered around the fireplace. They all smiled at him, and the tripod was completely stable. He put the flash on, and got the remote cable ready. It seemed that they smiled a little wider, and their teeth were just that much shinier. “CHEESE!” they said in unison. He pushed the shutter button....

03/09/2008 | 151 Hits | 3 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...

Sang de la Libre - 2 - A Fighting Chance

A Fighting Chance 1:16 pm, 18 September 2014 Mason reached the entrance to the tunnel, and was beckoned in by a woman with jet-black hair. “Come on,” she hollered, “this way!” Mason followed the woman through a short series of dirt tunnels, until they reached a wide opening. His mother and the others were waiting for Mason, obvious by their looks. “Mason, you, Marie, and Steve take ...

03/08/2008 | 105 Hits | 1 comment | (2 votes) | Read more...

The Machine

          "Hello?! Hey! You awake?"           "What? Who the... what time is it?!"           I fumbled with the phone as I rolled over and squinted at the clock on my dresser, trying to make my eyes focus. The voice on the other end of the line laughed, half nervous, half excited. &nb...

03/07/2008 | 128 Hits | 2 comments | (1 vote) | Read more...

Express Elevator

Twenty five seconds. Final braking. The High War. Mum died in a cruise missile attack on Leenaun. The Americans had taken advantage of a winter storm to strike at the EUFOR navy base. I was five and couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t be coming home again. Twenty seconds. I was twelve and at Rachel’s birthday. I sneaked off with… Tina, was it? I lost my virginity in ten minutes of glorious fumbling, and...

03/06/2008 | 278 Hits | 8 comments | (8 votes) | Read more...

Why I Shaved My Head

People often wish that they had some kind of super power. How cool would it be to be able to jump over a tall building? Wouldn't it be fun to be able to bench press a bulldozer?  All of that would be great, but no one ever mentions the side effects, or the problems with such abilities. What about the guy who can read people's minds? Let's think about that for a minute. I know what runs through my mind, usually sex or something pertaining t...

03/03/2008 | 425 Hits | 8 comments | (6 votes) | Read more...

Red Demon (v. 2.0)

             EDIT: There were multiple posting/paragraphing errors, now fixed. Please see comments for important note.     Red Demon   The day began in a dreamlike haze, and there was no guarantee that it was not a dream itself, for the difference between dreams and real life was not always apparent in the surreal world of...

03/02/2008 | 233 Hits | 6 comments | (1 vote) | Read more...

Addicted to Feldew

I walk out of my cave and into the bright lovely sun, rembering that yesterday i hated this world and did not like the feel of the heat hitting my back. Today is different becuase yesterday an elechra entered my cave and i slayed it, contained in the large 5 foot insect was a very large supply of feldew in his guts. I ingested the slimy green feldew deposet into my stomach and the effects began immedeltly. Suddenly my body was filled with overwhe...

03/01/2008 | 114 Hits | (2 votes) | Read more...

The Dying Light

A Dying Light   By John Thorley          Grenia sat calmly watching the face of her mate across the pool of gentle white light. They were communicating but to an alien visitor without extrasensory perception the room would be silent. Oral communication had ceased thousands of millennia ago.       Their conversation, or rather detailed thoughts...

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The gatekeepers Description

The lands of sheogorath should not be steped in lightly, all who enter the fringe should not expect admission from the gate keeper, unless they have the mark of sheogorath. Unless ofcourse they plan to destroy the keeper of the mad lord sheogoraths realm. He who guards the gates is no man, no woman, and no decented to mankind. He is a child of evil and yet seeks no will to hurt those that arnt within his grove of rock, and will not touc...

02/28/2008 | 107 Hits | 4 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...

Sang de la Libre - 1 - Reunion

Reunion ~ 12:52 am, 18 September 2014 Mason awoke to more bright lights and sound. He tried to cover his eyes, but he was simply too exhausted. Someone nearby noticed his attempt, and dimmed the lights. “Sir, are you awake?” Asked a soothing feminine voice. It was all Mason could do to groan and mumble incomprehensibly. The woman took note of his condition, and said “It's alright, tak...

02/28/2008 | 113 Hits | 1 comment | (3 votes) | Read more...

Sang de la Libre - 0 - Prologue

Prologue 11:42 pm, 17 September 2014 A thick sheet of fog crept its way across the open field Mason was striding through. The rifle slung over his broad shoulders clacked against his belt every other step, but at this point he didn't care about stealth. Tears in his shirt and jeans revealed scars, some still scabbed. His thick hair was a mess of black and brown on his bearded head, and covered his face at times. He wal...

02/28/2008 | 102 Hits | 2 comments | (1 vote) | Read more...

THE HANGAR

THE HANGAR. JOHN E. STERLING.   After a face rippling descent Agent Herman stepped out of the seamless elevator and started along an equally featureless corridor. Apart from the deep hum of life support his shoes provided the only sound. He looked down at them as they paced along, very shiny, just like this place, but he did like the way his new briefcase matched the metallic passage. The smart chip in his t...

02/27/2008 | 175 Hits | 3 comments | (1 vote) | Read more...

#486: The Indiglo Conspiracy

# 486:  The Indiglo Conspiracy by James Vachowski   Embedded within the labyrinth that was the back streets of Pittsburgh, an immaculate factory, possessed of a fresh white brick exterior, stood along among its neighbors, starkly contrasting their grim appearances.  The building constantly emitted a low rumble which never failed to make a passerby's skin tingle.  None of the onlookers, who would invariably ...

02/26/2008 | 215 Hits | 1 comment | (3 votes) | Read more...

The man who lost for the last time

A brown-haired man sat in the bar of a casino. He had never lost in a game, not even once during his whole career as a poker player. Not before tonight. He stared solidly at the other side of the bar counter, where a gloomy-looking man was sitting and staring at the bottom of his whiskey glass. The man's rough hands were lying on the table in front of him, neatly one on the other, and in the middle finger of the upper hand, meaning hi...

02/23/2008 | 219 Hits | 3 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...

Red Demon

Copyright to the author    Red Demon   The day began in a dreamlike haze, and there was no guarantee that it was not a dream itself, for the difference between dreams and real life was not always apparent in the surreal world of emerging consciousness. It was easy to mistake one for the other.   Charlie awoke with the sun. He yawned and grimaced at the slowly lifting lead of sleep, t...

02/22/2008 | 275 Hits | 5 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...

Mirror Realm

     She gently pressed her fingertips to the cool glass of the mirror. Her touch created ripples, such as when a pebble is dropped into a calm pool of water. She could feel the slight throbbing of the world on the other side, requesting its release.      Then heat. Intense, electrifying, searing heat. She immediately removed her hand, grasping it and exclaiming in pain. She carefully inspected her...

02/17/2008 | 162 Hits | (1 vote) | Read more...

A Dark Ascendance

A Dark Ascendant   By John Thorley     Dneiper Valley, South of Kiev. Ukraine, February 4th 1947           Lieutenant Nickoli Konev picked up the old blackened kettle from the ancient stove using a towel on the hot metal handle. He poured a mug of strong black tea and lit a cigarette. Walking slowly to the window he gazed over the freezing landscap...

02/14/2008 | 170 Hits | (0 vote) | Read more...