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a shifty conversation
19 april 2015 | short story

This short harkens back to some of the older short stories I used to write that focused on word play. It also allows me to hide some of the[...] story and clues as to its meaning within the structure of the punctuation and grammar itself, which is always fun. Plus, gets me back in the mode of posting short stories, especially as I try and finish some of the longer ones I have been working on.

evolving actaeon
16 july 2014 | short story

Wanted to quickly turn an idea that came up during a conversation into a short story. Touches on ideas of genetic engineering and cockfight[...]ing.

an exhaustive search for the truth
18 april 2014 | short story

The project had started out with a simple question: would it be faster to assemble complete knowledge about all truths past, present, and f[...]uture through scientific inquiry or via brute force computation?

The number of draft short stories has been piling up without any being put up on the site. To get around this, i'm trying a new style of writing: finish writing in a single sitting and with around (or less than) 1500 words. This should allow me to get more stories out while i work on the longer ones. Here's the first of the bunch, inspired by a conversation in lab.

2042: antibiotics
29 march 2014 | short story

A micro story about antibiotics.[...]

interaction space
03 november 2013 | short story

What is a conversation?[...]

excess humanity
26 october 2013 | short story

The point was nearing when humanity needed to optimize the population. And so the question arose: how many humans do we need?[...]

the human abstraction
06 october 2013 | short story

How much effort would you expend to abstract man?[...]

blue bubble pop
25 august 2013 | short story

If you are reading this—the book should be entitled BLUe buBBle PoP, not blue bubble pop or Bl[...]ue Bubble Pop or even bluE bubblE poP as the backwards pinkle squishes are like to do, but BLUe buBBle PoP—then you’ve found the world of pink raspberry. Now, one might ask, what is pink raspberry?
What happens when you are sitting in a room waiting for an experiment to finish.

gantis: toward the edge
28 june 2013 | short story

The first in a series of short stories exploring a universe in which our negative space (i.e. space) is turned into their positive space (i[...].e. matter) and vice-versa. Thus, it is like the entire universe is a series of caves that they must excavate. This story introduces a few key characters, explore a bit of the lore, and is an attempt by me to write a story in which a clearer light is shone on a relationship between two characters. More to come, enjoy!

¿qué es la calle?
24 may 2013 | short story | spanish

Había terminado y salé para mi cocina. Tenía hambre pero este día no había comida dentro de mi despensa. Me fui y caminé hacienda[...] la Tport—una máquina que puede transportar una persona a otro lugar sin energía y tiempo. Cuando entré la máquina, toqué algunos botónes y esperé. Pero nada ocurrió y lo hice las mismas acciones otra vez—y nada ocurrió.

How would the disappearance of streets affect the social fabric? This short story briefly (in castellano!) explores a world in which instantaneous, free transport is possible. Meant mainly to practice my spanish, i plan to follow-up with a more detail story in the future.

sharing minds
26 march 2013 | short story

We had just met and she knew everything about me: where I'd come from, job, favorite books, hideaway where I went to think, special Sun[...]day bike routes, time of day I woke and slept, first time abroad, family members' names, secret hobbies, wants, desires, people I abhorred, my first love...everything.

What if you could access all of another's memory? What would you do?

simrun: stage one
18 february 2013 | short story

I bobbed my head up and down, the music reaching a crescendo. My arms lay stretched out in front of me and I did a few punching motions[...]. Rotating my head, I look to my left and right then down at my feet. My laces were undone. And the clock was ticking. 3. I gazed into the distance, where the crowd had gathered. Whooping and yelping, they were in a ravenous mood today. This was to be the big race. Not the championship. The Championship.

How would you respond to a simulated race gone awry?

freedom in a dying world
01 december 2012 | short story

Flash, crackle, bang. Pit-pat, pit-pat, pit-pat. The flare skidded down the long, narrow tunnel that appeared to stretch downward forev[...]er. Another corridor, if you want to call the passages in this labyrinth of a make-shift cave that, ran to our right. Behind us, a sliver of light, flickering on and off, spilling in from the opening from whence we came. We all gave each other the look-n-nod, donned our breathing masks then proceeded to attach the hooks and ropes. Minutes later, one by one, we rappelled down into the abyss below.

the reporter
23 november 2012 | short story

I was blown off my feet! The entire place was a mess, people everywhere! I don't know what to say, I just...I don't know, it was just..[...].Jesus! The people, there were people all over the ground!

A new organization can 'predict' the future and uses it to get the story first rather than manipulate or prevent horrible events from occurring.

when darkness falls
18 september 2012 | short story

<em> "You can't <strong>prove</strong> other stars exist!"<br> We lived in fear. Those in the past [...]cannot understand this fear. Swirling under the sea of anxiety is hatred, a deep abhorrence for the past and all it held. I skittered along the barren floor, my features obscure and hidden by the dearth of light. A hundred, thousand, countless years ago there was light, said the old text. But none was to be found. They warned of a time when no 'stars' would twinkle in the sky, but they were wrong. There were never stars.



What happens when the universe changes, forever hiding information about its past.

a lasting impression
09 september 2012 | short story

It is a century and a half in the future and I am staring at my grave. Vines crawl up the sides and bits of stone have fallen off in pl[...]aces. Across the top my name is barely visible and the dates of my birth have long since been worn away. I look around the graveyard, at my friends, enemies, confidants and others. All of them are fading, the last vestiges of their existence being worn away by wind and rain. I hear a beep to my left and sigh. The machine only gives me ten minutes per jaunt into the future. And there is no going back, only forward by ten year increments. I started it twenty-four hours ago if my watch is to be believed...

A story about a man's legacy.

who needs oxygen?
31 august 2012 | short story

We have entered into unknown territory, the nebula around us swirls with shades of pink, purple and orange and the light of stars long[...] dead. It is a breathtaking sight. There are several young stars drifting through the ether that flare and burn the sky. It has been two years since our last encounter with a solid planet and some of the crew was starting to lose it. Luckily for us, we'd been given some ridiculous suits.

A tale that examines that pressing question of all explorers: How far would you go, and what would you sacrifice, for knowledge?

flesh and blood
22 august 2012 | short story

Like many people, I was programmed to like my job, least I grow bored or suicidal. But this was the future! The biologist were supposed[...] to engineer out man's desires and policy makers slowly outlaw this barbaric practice. But it is hardly surprising that didn't happen.

A story about the future of prostitution.

killing time
27 july 2012 | short story

I killed Time. And now I stand trial for my crimes. A short story about laziness and the pitfalls of language.[...]

weatherman's god
10 july 2012 | short story

"You know Harry, I don't understand this God." "What about him Bob?" "He went through all th[...]e trouble of creating life, only to make it mortal."
"Yes, and...?"
"Well, why did he go through all the trouble of making us, if only to let us die. Seems like a waste."
"There's a lot of waste in the world Bob, this ain't no different."
"No, but think about it. He's omnipresent, no? He sees and knows all. Past, present and future. The whole shebang. But he can't make us immortal?"
"Maybe he can't. Or doesn't want to. That ever cross ya mind?"

A short story about God.

short story collection
24 june 2012 | short story

The short stories that I have written will now include a link to a pdf containing all the short stories on this website and a couple others[...]. The link will stay the same, I'll just update the file from time-to-time.

countdown to equality
10 june 2012 | short story

It was December 31st, 2089 and I was feeling a bit hungry. The neighbors down the street were throwing a New Year’s pa[...]rty; they were a superstitious bunch and assumed all their savings would disappear on New Year’s Day due to a computer glitch. I decided to pitch in, though I’m not the superstitious type, just to show my appreciation. The parties from past years, after all, were quite a hoot.

A look at an extreme take on conservation and were it could take us.

putting the customer first
09 june 2012 | short story

“So, Mr. Paterson, I have heard great things about your business. The earnings reports you gave me look stellar. But there arenâ[...]€™t any real details about what your business does. I couldn’t find specific information on your considerable series A funding. As a series B investor, I would like to know a little more before investing.”

We listen in on a business meeting between the founder of a company and a potential investor. What is the business? Well, that fact may surprise you.

setting the record straight
02 june 2012 | short story

The sun beat down and I raised my hand to cover my eyes. It had been days, weeks, maybe even years. Who knew? I surely didn’t. Th[...]e dry sands whipped our faces, blurring our vision and making us believe we saw things. Water, chief among them. Haha, it’s funny how that most abundant always seems to be the end of us. You either drown in it or die from not having it. No one wins. Someone told me that they’d managed to survive a month without water. I don’t believe it, but guess I’m about to find out. We’d seen other things. Silver buildings that rose into the sky, it blinded us and as we got close, a sandstorm would appear and when it was gone, so was the house. It is incredible what you imagine when under stress…

A return to writing short stories, this one focuses on the surreal memories of two hapless 'heroes' and the mystery of whether they are reliving real memories or just someone's simulation.

filugori: the long tale
11 december 2011 | short story

This was originally called "Human War" and was written mostly during high school. It focused on Bi and several of his crew as the[...]y journeyed across a galaxy filled with alien races, adventure and glory. It was fun-loving, energetic and a bit schizophrenic. While I loved writing it, there were too many borrowed influences for it to be a viable story in the long term and I did a 180 when creating Filugori, which is influenced by this but is much darker.

los suenos mios
22 august 2010 | short story | spanish

Tenía miedo de que los demás fuera a descubrir mi secreto. Para mí, cuando estaba en una situación donde las personas empezaron a [...]darse cuenta de mi problema, la única cosa que yo quería hacer era salir o tratar de correr muy lejos. Aunque, hay muchas veces cuando esta acción no era posible y por eso, les mentía.

This Spanish short focuses on the trial of a man accused of rape. It is a look into his mind, more specifically, the dreams he had and their possibly explanation of events that occurred. It is an analysis of the possibility of confusing our real memories with ones created by our dreams.

los ambiciones equivocados
05 may 2010 | short story | spanish

Mis amigos y yo fuimos al bar cuyo nombre es “Club Dos”, es muy famoso en esta parte de la gran ciudad. Sus ciudadanos le [...]ponen algunos nombres a la ciudad, como “La Ciudad sin Tierra” o “La Ciudad de Edificios”. Para que tengas entender más sobre lo que ocurrirá, es necesario que yo les explique lo que es la ciudad.

Next Spanish short, it focuses on a magnificent city and its origin story. It is something of a cautionary tale, made all the more real by my experiences in Singapore.

en el mundo de los dios
24 april 2010 | short story | spanish

Me desperté en la casa de mi novia. Esta alcoba tenía muchas sillas; mi novia le gustaba invitar a sus amigos aquí y nos cenemos ca[...]da viernes. Odié a sus amigos de mi novia, ellos eran terrible y egoistica. Pero, no es el punto de este cuento, quiero hablarles sobre mi aventura en el otro mundo. No he contado a otras personas sobre este evento; creo que si lo hago, la gente creería que yo sea loco y me ponen en una cárcel.

To practice my Spanish I began writing a couple short stories in the language. This if the first, which focuses on an abduction and the magic of exploring a new world.

killer's army
21 december 2009 | short story

The trees flew past us, the wind almost drowning out the roars, hisses, and howls that permeated the area. The gun felt cold in my han[...]d; it weighed me down and got in the way of my agile attempts to slip through the undergrowth. To my left was Marsha, like a sly fox she twisted and turned to avoid everything Nature did to obstruct her path. To my right was Judy, her movements labored owing to the gash running down the side of her leg. It oozed green and yellow puss—we may have to kill her before she turns. The twigs and branches continued to rip through my clothes and skin, yet it was nothing compared to the terror that drove us forward. The howls grew louder and the falling of trees could be heard behind us.

Perhaps the pinnacle of my horror stories, it is a relentless, fast-paced tale of zombies, an accident in the making and a mysterious man. There are two independent stories being told, but drawing the link makes everything much more satisfying.

two kinds of odd
09 december 2009 | short story

I've always wanted to fly--to soar and twirl without a care, to dive bomb that crazy little brat who walks on me every day and sp[...]ills his rancid milk, or to skim the streets unhindered. Alas, I am here, watching the world pass me by. I was always the odd one out, but that would make me special right? It's always good to be special...

A tale about an inanimate object (I'll let you figure out what) and its journey to be free.

death
28 november 2009 | short story

There are two goals in life, to reproduce and defy death. No, you have it all wrong. It is to become at peace with the world and a[...]ccept death.
You both are fools, it is merely to see Death.
A black cloud descended upon the scene and the three Magi tensed.

A dark, brooding story about three magi and their battle against the darkness.

humanity's gold
20 november 2009 | short story

Captain’s Log 1.25.2838 My eyes watered at the sight. We had finally discovered what we had spent all these years wandering [...]aimlessly for. Shifting and moving, the silvery substance coated the land, its beauty enticing and dicing. There were several who ventured over its smooth surface, dying one by one. Out in the distance could be seen the splendorous pinnacle, atop its peak a mountain of gold. Men still strove for that most holy of materials, still killed and maimed for a chance to hold and possess it; some said that gold had become more than a sign of wealth and power.

Another story that ended up inspiring my book-in-progress Filugori, it is a focus on humanity's lust for something, anything, that will bring him fame and glory. It uses a character more obsessed with the adventure as a counter-backdrop to the drama unfolding around him.

broken
11 november 2009 | short story

“Haha, my brother, how have you been?” “Great. Times are good, money is flowing, bitches crawl all over me—wh[...]at more could a man desire?”
I sat in the corner through blurred vision, watching them hug and chat. Grrrrrrr. There were many things I hated about this house, least of which was the rats. I went to work every day, but that can wait. I got up and was immediately dragged back down. The chains, how could I forget?

Inspired by a series of articles on sexual slavery in Eastern Europe, this is a surreal, sad tale of a girl and her abusers. This took my experimentation with more suspenseful, fear-driven stories to another level. Unfortunately, not all stories have a fairy-tale ending...

rate
28 december 2008 | short story

America needed help. The rise of China, Japan, Germany and various other nations was fast making it an irrelevant player on the intern[...]ational scene. Resurgent Russia and climbing India looked to give America a run for its money, in both domestic and foreign markets. And so on to the scene came Rate, to save America, to preserve and spread truth, justice, and the America way.

A campy story about the demonization of capitalism in the media.

filugori
27 december 2008 | short story

The pair looked out across the gorgeous vista, the golden plans below waiting to be harvested, the mountains in the distance yearning [...]to be explored, the hidden structures and stories aching to be discovered. The sky was auburn green; owing to the transition between ecosystems as the planet was terraformed. The suits were itchy, their bright white exterior blinding those foolish enough to stare at them. They reminded him of the astronaut suits they used to see from the late 20th century photos.

Possibly the best short, it focuses on the attack by an unknown entity on an alien city. The fear, anticipation and rapidly switching perspective were an experiment in a new style for me. I think it paid off.

the heroic ones
17 december 2008 | short story

Smith was nothing special; he had grown up in middle America in a comfortable middle income family, his parents rather tame--an old li[...]ne Republican and a right-leaning Democrat. His formative years were spent building forts with his pals, exploring the streams nearby and wandering out into the woods, and learning from the small district that had the elementary, middle and high schools rolled into one large building. He loved those years, he reminisced constantly about them, longed to have them back, but that could not be.

Inspired by John Dos Passos's brilliant The 42nd Parallel, this short attempts to paint a picture of an ideal America.

selling your soul
13 december 2008 | short story

It was a pristine autumn evening, the street was wet from the recent rain and the trees had become a spectacular array of browns, reds[...], and yellows. The streetlights cast a surreal glow on the scene. Kil walked down the street, her dress billowing in the wind, her gait slightly off. She was the height of an average man, tall and slender, with billowing red hair.

Arrogance can get the better of someone. A look at the people who are so full of themselves they fail to see the pain left in their wake.

the paranoid man
08 december 2008 | short story

“Hey honey, how are you? Been a busy day, considering not looking at any work tonight, I’ll relax and spend some time with y[...]ou.”
“Oh that would be lovely, but I am going out tonight.”
“That’s okay, is it a prearranged formal thing, or can I join? Whose it with?”

The fear we all face when someone we love is having fun with another is examined here through the paranoia of a middle-age man.

what is not known
25 november 2008 | short story

Ever get that feeling, that the people you know may have something to hide? That the girl you've been with for all this time is cheatin[...]g on you? Or taking advantage of you? Ever had that thought that the friend laughing with you is just looking out for the next opportunity to fleece you in the name of 'friendship'? Friendship! Base on what?!

A stream-of-conscious story about social paranoia.

a lovely day in the woods
25 november 2008 | short story

It was like a fairy tale, rays shone through the canopy overhead, dust glittered in the autumn air, and two children frolicked about. C[...]hirping, the rustling of leaves and the crackle of twigs breaking underfoot could be heard all around. The children, a boy and a girl, ran across the scene.

An attempt to write a story without any serious conflict the characters must face and resolve. A little harder excersise than I planned, but I hope to build on it someday.

in a world too bright
23 november 2008 | short story

The sun scorched the skin off of my back; below me was an endless throng of citizens, all about to die. How morbid, eh? Haha, well this[...] is my tale, so I?ll start it however I please. If you are reading this, it means you?ve found my journal, flipped through any of the other pages yet?

Assassin? Schizophrenic? Or just a storyteller? This short story focuses on all three aspects of a character obsessed with himself. Set in a futuristic world, we get a glimpse of his life...and his end.

up next!
16 september 2007 | short story

Click I walked down the streets of New York, my skin reflective and my shirt discoloured near the armpits. The subway ticket stil[...]l in my hand almost slipped out and I shoved it into my pocket. My vision blurred for a bit, but my tired body and my sticky hands prevented me from relieving my eyes of the salt and water. My sister walked slightly ahead of me, the clunk of her luggage a soothing melody compared to the rancor the rest of the city seemed to have for my ears.

A slightly fictional look at several events in my life with a story style reminiscent of watching TV.

death takes no bribes
27 august 2007 | short story

The ball whizzed past the net and bounced on the very edge of the service box. I reached out with Herculean effort to hit the ball as [...]it tried to curve away from me. Relief! My return sped towards the middle of the court, only to see him already at the net, Apollo at his back. He sliced the ball to my forehand, I rushed and managed to get to the ball, and turned, waiting for the succeeding surge of energy to do battle with against this unstoppable foe.

One of my favorite shorts to write and re-read, it is a mythical take on a tennis match that I had during high school.

faux pas
11 march 2007 | short story

“Hey sexy, how’re you?” “Don’t you fuck with me, I saw you with the bitch.” “Ah, come on [...]honey, it was just a joke.”
“A joke? I’m your fucking wife asshole. You think your fucking funny don’t you. Look at my face, am I laughing. No, I’m not? That’s what I thought.”

A look at a couple who have no social grace.

just another day
04 march 2007 | short story

He hit me, once again I fell to the ground. “You bitch, you fucking told him didn’t you?” “I didn’t[...] tell . . .”
He struck me again and my cheek began to bleed.

In truth, this is a prequel to Broken and foreshadows the violence and unhappy ending of that tale. This one is shorter, but no more bittersweet.

the misunderstanding
04 march 2007 | short story

What happens when two people use different meanings for the same word.[...]

dies irae, terras irradient
02 february 2007 | short story

“Ye food aging quite well, why don’t ye come in and stop it.” “Ain’t ya the wisest of men, I’m comi[...]ng, I’m coming.”
“What’d ye see out there, herd o’ bison, flock of geese, some lady rambling about?”
“Wha ya on, ain’t no way any ladies come up here.”

There is a scene in Lord of the Rings were the torches are being lite across lonely mountains to warn the realm of the danger from Mordor's armies. I often wondered what the people manning those stations did everyday. So I wrote a story about them.

55 fiction
02 march 2006 | short story

Collection of three short pieces of fiction that contain only fifty-five words. They are all play on words.[...]
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