Roger Scypion

“Confectionery Confessions” by Roger Scypion

Submitted to Contest #228

CW: Sex, Violence, Profanity, Sinister, Murder. Standing, high above in the amphitheater balcony, is the host of the costume party, Monty Stickle. His guests don't know who he is. Monty is wearing New Orleans themed, Shakespearean make-up and a blood red, velvet costume. Holding a wireless microphone, Monty speaks as he looks down at his masquerading guests. Each signed RSVP invitation to the festivities are bow-tied and rolled up like scrolls on the table beside him.“I hope everyone enjoyed the six-course meal and left room for dessert...

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“The Death Shepherd Part 2” by Roger Scypion

 At the hospital, Ina and Delilah are being attended to in private rooms. Ezra is talking to the doctors while Saxon and Martin, his security officer friend, sit in the waiting room discussing events that have transpired.“Saxon, it's hard for me to wrap my head around all of this. Ina and Delilah became delusional and dangerous toward you and the priest? How do an eighty-four year old man and a fifty-two year old woman become a threat?”“C'mon Saxon, you're better than this. I trusted you; gave you access to my client and now I'm culpabl...

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“The Death Shepherd Part 1” by Roger Scypion

 “How much for the Sumerian antique mirror, Gibbs? The elderly proprietor of Artifacts, Curios and Relics Emporium slowly walks over to Saxon rubbing his chin.“That's a new piece Mister Frost, recently acquired from a Turkish shipment last week. For you, three thousand dollars.”Saxon whistles softly. “It is a nice piece. Ebony-wood filigreed in ivory and obsidian; polished silver and iron pyrite. I agree, you are giving me a deal.” Saxon pays the owner and they load the antique in Saxon's car. “Thanks again, Gibbs, if you get anymore mi...

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“Tanixx Wildfire: Thrash & Swagger” by Roger Scypion

Submitted to Contest #186

 “Do not be startled Tallfellow Halfling, you have come to wield two sentient weapons. I am Thrash, a short sword made of mithril, silver and gold empowered with a unique set of abilities. Accompanying me in your discovery is the poniard, Swagger.” “My name is Tanixx, Tanixx Wildfire. What do you mean by sentient?” “Both of your newfound weapons are able to empathize with you; feel and perceive your needs as well as form a mental bond. We can communicate with telepathy; it's what we are doing at this very moment.” “This is amazing! I...

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“Immaculate Conception” by Roger Scypion

Submitted to Contest #184

 “Houston, we have a problem.” says a concerned and frustrated Derek. “What is it, Master? My programming? My technique? Are you not satisfied?” replies an overly concerned Houston. “I have to place you in stasis while I look over a few things, Houston.” “Okay, Master.” Derek connects his neuro-transition cable into Houston's input/feed receptor controlling her neural network and fractal brain core. “Placing you in stasis---now.” Houston lies motionless on the Synaptic Link Android Base, a highly computerized surgical table also ca...

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“Lady Luck” by Roger Scypion

Submitted to Contest #182

“Follow that car!” yells Saxon as he dives into the backseat of a battered, yellow taxi.The outlandishly dressed Jamaican driver looks through his grimy, perforated Plexiglas at the disheveled man that dove into his cab. “Hey mon! Yah smell silly drunk and lookin like whad-da cat drugged in!”Saxon takes $50 from his thick money roll and pushes it through the opening of the bulletproof glass. “Here! Now step on it!”The cab driver's eyes widen seeing the wad of cash. “Right away, mon!” The cab revs high from its supped up engine; tires squeal ...

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