Uber-man dropped them at the Segway rental from the train station. Jib and Tag had been studying Segway touring routes for NYC; the map was criss-crossed in varying-colored neon highlighters. Jib spied a pub a few doors down. “Tag, let’s have one for the road first, shall we, and chit-chat the locals for any tips.”…
Category: fiction
What do you see # 36 — G3 in 2050
The year is 2050 and the plot for the next movie in the Ghostbusters series will pull the teams in from the first two movies to fight the worst villain they’ve confronted to date (in the film world, anyway.) Dr. Peter Venkman, Dr. Raymond Stantz, Dr. Egon Spengler, and Winstone Zeddemore from the 1984 film;…
#FFFC 72 — A prison first
She walked along the echoing hallways from end to end from the time she woke up and until the time she laid down on her pallet in the great room of the hall. In wintertime the granite floor tiles became blocks of ice. In summertime, she laid her cheeks on their cool surface as relief…
What do you see # 35 — Soul Suckers
The people of Marchini had been under attack for months. The dark wraiths traveled like mist under doors, no matter how well stuffed with rags, and sucked the souls from dreamers. Instead of waking, the dreamers would be found in a comatose state, their bodies looking shrunken as if they had been mummified. People tried…
#FF — “Teach Me”
They say when the student is ready the master will come. For Marcia and Meg, the student came to the master, or in this case, mistress. Marcia, eighty-six years old, was homebound. Marcia was also the author of a dozen books on bdsm*. Her pinnacle tome, “On Their Knees,” was “The Bible” in some circles….
#FFFC — The Merman
Every night at 11:30 he sent it. She would be waiting with her cloak on for its faint glimmer at the far end of the field. Its glow would grow brighter as it got closer, until finally it was at her door. She followed it to him, to the cave she could never find in…
#FF — Awake
Strapped onto the bed, natural and introduced orifices maintained fluid input and output by proxy. Through the haze, I discerned their routine movements. Bright LEDs popped on, after which the metal clanking of the door lock brought their soft padding into the room. One smelled of lilacs; another of onions. They never spoke as they…
Tao-Talk 