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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...
Submitted to Contest #288
~BLOWORLD~Jimmy Archer and his Grandfather, Cap’n Dick followed Glocken, of the Reptilian Corca Achte Clan, through a roughly ten foot diameter tunnel deep underground. It was called the Bloworld and many civilizations living below the Earth’s crust had been there long before the existence of man. There were stories of course, fanciful tales by Jules Verne and Edgar Rice Burroughs. Hollow Earth theories from Gardner. Even Admiral Byrd said he found entrances to the underworld at the Poles. But Jimmy never believed any of it. Now here he was....
Submitted to Contest #287
~ CHARLIE SUE ~Charlie Sue was aggravated. Having been ordered to drop everything, put her life on hold and just go, she was heading to see Lilith Primus. A founding member of the Majestic 12 and since Lucy Lange’s disappearance, the new Director. Her supervisor Dale was just the opposite, ecstatic. Are you kidding? Going to Dougway Proving Grounds in Utah. The oldest, most advanced alien research center in the world. In all of his 35 years of back engineering alien tech for the government, he had never even left the facility. He was excited...
Submitted to Contest #286
~ Awakening ~Charlie Sue woke feeling refreshed and ready for the day. She sat up in the queen sized bed stretching and looking for Dermott. He was usually a late sleeper. Oh there he was, sitting in the recliner by the door, just watching her. “What are you doing up so early Derms? Come here and give me a morning kiss.” He came over and gave her a peck on the lips, then sat on the bed, still silent. He was acting different, like he was nervous. “Somethings wrong. What is it?” ...
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