Serial Sunday – Dealt – The First Fight

02 Monday Jun 2014

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Last Week’s SS – Intruders

Indecision overwhelmed my senses, and I could do nothing more then sneak another look into the room. The man across from Victoria had his back to her and the guards. He was inspecting our mantel. Without turning, he spoke. His voice was deep, but he spoke with a smooth, even tone.

“Did you find the girl?” he asked.

“She wasn’t in her room,” one of his men replied.

“Where is she?” he asked.

“I don’t know, sir.”

“I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to the Hierophant, if that is your real card. Where is the child?”

“I don’t know about any child,” she said. Continue reading →

Serial Sunday – Dealt – Intruders

26 Monday May 2014

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Last SS – Rebellion

The bed groaned in protest as my lion twitched in his sleep. I had abandoned the notion that robots couldn’t dream many years ago. What he dreamed of, I didn’t know. Perhaps he chased robot bunnies. I’ve heard that dogs dream of real ones. Though, I’ve never seen a dog outside of books, let alone seen one sleep.

My lion’s steam powered body was warm against my skin. Not enough to burn, his golden casing didn’t conduct the heat efficiently. Still, on chilly nights, like this one, I would call him onto the bed.

Suddenly he jumped up, stared at the door, and issued a low, mechanical growl. His eyes glowed red. Continue reading →

Flash Fiction – last line first

19 Friday Jul 2013

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In this weeks flash fiction friday, I had to use a last line of a story as the first line of a new one. Below is that story. Enjoy.

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“That plan didn’t fly, superhero, and now we’re short a bazooka.”

“Well, what do you expect? I was only born four hours ago!” argued Hero. Genetically designed and brought to life only this morning, he hadn’t been given a proper name. Looking at him, one would expect that he had received only the best education, nutrition, and environment for the last twenty-five years. He stood six feet tall, with dark brown hair and the build of an action star.

“I know that,” his commanding officer said, unsympathetically. “But this is what you were made for. We need to stop these monsters, and we need to do it now. So if you don’t want to go back into that goop we pulled you out of, then use that freakish brain we gave you and figure out how to save the day.” Continue reading →