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Submitted to Contest #303
~ Dead Things ~~ Conclusion ~ Nuuakhwahu, The Eagle squatted on the ridge of the roof watching the wooded boundary that surrounded the Hybrid Compound: the primary residence, the barn, the Common building and the six guest cottages. He smiled as his Tribesman Chevayo and The Wolf, seasoned and deadly Hopi Star Children checked their weapons and then disappeared, blending into the scenery. The Royal Drachonian Man-At-Arms, Julrex Zanreck Marius of the Remus Magnus Clan, or Will as he was known around the Compound, waited in front of the main ...
~ Dead Things ~~ Part 3 ~ The 26 foot Delivery Box Truck pulled onto the right shoulder of Interstate 64 just outside of Richmond in response to the blue and red flashing lights of a silver Virginia State Police SUV. Trooper Dale Karnes remembered his recent admonishing from the First Sergeant. “Dale you have to stop pulling over citizens for no reason.”“Sarge. Suspicious activity is a reason. Those heads in the back seat ducked as they drove past and …”The Sarge stopped him cold. “You’re observant, your clever. I get it Dale, you want to be...
Submitted to Contest #301
~ Girls Night Out ~Debbie paused the Scrooged Christmas movie on TV, stood and claimed the room, “This will only take a second. I have an announcement to make. As we all know Corrine will be turning forty-one tomorrow. There will be a birthday celebration of course,” Debbie let the applause die down and went on. “But tonight Shewuma and I,” Debbie waved her arm to Shewuma, who stood in acknowledgement, “are taking Corrine to celebrate with a girl’s night out.”“All right!” Corrine yelled.“And where would you like to go, Birthday Girl?” Debbie...
Submitted to Contest #300
~ DEAD THINGS ~ ~ Part Two ~TW: Contains themes of violence, sexual abuse, and self-harmApproaching the front door prompted Meta to ask for identification from the 9 foot Giant. Lucuis ignored the request and tried the knob. An electric shock that would incapacitate a normal man caused him to snatch his hand back. It pissed him off more than hurt. He kicked the door in easily and ducked low to enter. He was pleasantly surprised to find 10 foot ceilings. He loved the old houses. Meta’s voice rang throughout. “I am calling 911. You are being r...
Submitted to Contest #299
~ DEAD THINGS ~ ~ Part One ~“How lucky can a girl get?” Doreen Svoboda asked herself out loud. She continued on, driving her corvette over crunching gravel and through the open gates of Witch Hazel Acres. What was once a working dairy farm was now her sprawling estate. Cattle still roamed the outer grounds as she leased most of her land to the Blue-Eyed Mary Cattle Ranch next door. Next door in this context meaning six miles down the road. The 110 year old, 2 story farm house was completely renovated and updated with not only modern convenie...
Submitted to Contest #298
~ The Transformation ~Feeling formidable and flush after their victory over Lucifer’s Drachonian insurrection, Debbie, Jimmy and Shewuma walked out of Lucifer’s temple into the darkening twilight of the valley. Cap’n Dick was guarding the building’s exit. He pulled his harpoon but shouldered it when he recognized them.“Granddaddy!” Jimmy exclaimed, relieved to see him alive. Jimmy hugged him and kissed his stumbly cheek.“Proud of you, Boy.”“Where’s Papa?”Cap’n Dick shook his head solemnly. His great grandfather was dead. Jimmy could hardly b...
Submitted to Contest #297
~ Time As We Know It ~Two armed and Human looking Hybrid mercenaries from Deep Creek ran through the darkness of a tunnel deep under the Earth’s crust. An unusual sight in the Bloworld, as most called it. Massive shouldered Cap’n Dick moved effortlessly in spite of his stout limbs and rotund belly. His fit, hard, Grandson Jimmy, ran alongside carrying their crippled Drachonian guide piggybacked, a Lizard Man named Glocken of the Corca Achte Clan.Surface dwellers with their imperialistic convictions, hegemonic caste systems and penchant for w...
Submitted to Contest #296
~ Game Changer ~It was, so far in my petty, pitiful life, the worst day yet. George Washington Carver Middle School let me out six days earlier. I finished the ninth grade somehow and was not looking forward to entering Menchville High School next year. If I could figure out how to survive my Dad’s reaction, I would just drop out. I know Middle School years work different now but this was back in 1978. Each afternoon since the so called graduation, I had spent waiting for the Mailman and rifling through his deliveries. Today I found what I w...
Submitted to Contest #295
~Requiem~I followed Aiyanna, the young and newly appointed Historian of the Hopi Indian Nation from the Memorial Service. Sitting at her desk, she looked up startled and nervously asked, “Who are you and how did you get in here?” “The fabled Hopi Histories of your Star Child and Chieftess, Shewuma Hopitu are incomplete. In her eulogy you omitted two very important facts. First Shewuma, not the Hybrid Commander, destroyed the evil called Lucifer. And second, she may not be dead....
Submitted to Contest #294
~A Letter~I received a letter from a long forgotten name. Janine Norton. The president of my senior class in 1974. I remember her as annoying, self-important and incessantly busy. I and a plus one were invited to the 50 year anniversary of my graduating class. A year ago, thinking of my dead wife would have been unbearable. Now, with time, it has become more of a manageable ache. At first I dismissed the notion. I haven’t been to my home town of Newport News, Virginia since I was 18 and had lost the desire to travel. But a long dormant curio...
Submitted to Contest #293
~Beyond Reason~“WE’RE LATE!” Barked Mr. Portis from the pilot seat. “LET’S GO!” His assistants, code named Will and Grace entered the black helicopter and they left the Brownsville, Texas airport headed for the Mexican border. Grace was surprised Mr. Portis was such an accomplished pilot as he explained how he could easily fly under the radar and enter Mexican airspace undetected. Portis, Will and Grace had come all the way from Langley Air Force Base together. It was unseasonably hot and she was extremely uncomfortable, still in her office ...
Submitted to Contest #292
~Seeing Red~ Shielded by stealth technology, the massive triangle shaped UFO hovered over the barnyard of nervous chickens and sheep. From the cockpit, Wisty’s voice echoed throughout the transport ship that they had arrived back at the ranch. Home at last. After centuries of cold war, recruitment and preparation between Earth-bred combatants and the Alien contingent of would be conquerors, it was over. The inevitable final battle. Earth’s indigenous army won the day and secured the right of our world to survive. But at such a cost. Entire H...
Submitted to Contest #291
~Betrayal~It was called Hollow Earth in Upworld literature and considered complete and total fantasy by modern civilization. But like most aliens and its own inhabitants; Jimmy’s Hybrid kin, the Callan Clan of Deep Creek, called it the Bloworld. The Callans were a hybrid race. Humans fused with extraterrestrial DNA by the Grey Aliens and bred as Holy Warriors for the Catholic Church of old. After the fall of the Roman Empire, the Callans went their own way. First to Scotland and later to the new British Colony called America. There they sett...
Submitted to Contest #290
~Lucy~Pulling up in a cloud of dust, the Hummer stopped in front of double doors made of heavy timbers, the entrance to the outer building of Lucy’s temple. In human form Portis exited the vehicle wearing a green military T-shirt and Army issued camouflage shorts. He scrutinized the impassable mesa that anchored the roughly forty-foot high continuous barrier that surrounded the rest of Lucy’s temple complex. The three sides that were walls were sheer and smooth as glass. “Driver,” Portis commanded. &n...
Submitted to Contest #289
~Traveling~Debbie put her darling SUV, Miss Interceptor, on cruise control and held up her right hand. “We are exactly half way there …right… Now!” Shewuma took her right foot off of the dashboard and turned in the passenger seat to pose a question. “Why do you always get to drive? Sometimes somebody else might want to.” “A year, 1 month and 2 days ago, you didn’t even know how to drive,” Debbie answered flatly.&n...
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