Day 264 – Potion Twenty-Six – Short Story

“I want to start this story out, with one important fact, one fact that will ensure as you hear this, as you take all this in, you will know, that none of this was my fault. You may, at times think, maybe I had something to do with it all, but I can assure you, for the sake of any future arguments, I, Tim Malone, did not have, or ever did have, any underlying, self absorbed intentions, other than to ensure a fair and just outcome was reached so that everyone involved would benefit,” He says, as he stares down the camera lens, he tucks a finger down between the collar of his shirt and his throat, and pulls it lose.

He clears his throat, takes a mouthful of water from a glass that he holds nervously in his hands, and smiles, “Two days ago was when it started, or ended, I’m not sure anymore what you would call it, either both, or whatever, but two days ago was when Trevor Malduver unsuccessfully attempted to free what he thought were refugees from a government holding centre, somewhere in the arse end of the city. Stupid fucker didn’t realise they were locked away for a reason, ” he says, as he reaches up to his collar again, and pulls on it once more, this time  unbuttoning the top of the shirt.

“If Trevor had done his homework correctly, he would’ve found out that they were being held for a reason, but he didn’t, and he, well, he freed the infection from it’s chamber, and they ran, spreading their disease to everyone,” he hangs his head and looks down at the floor, he feels the tears well up in his heads, and watches as they drop and slash onto the concrete floor. “T-T-This, this disease took my family from me, as I’m sure it has to many of you out there, but unlike you, I don’t sit waiting, hoping, for the government to find a cure, hoping that they can save my family,” he says, as he looks up at the camera once more, his eyes red, his skin puffy.

All emotion drops from his face, and he stares blankly into the camera, “There is no cure, there is no saving those infected, the only way to survive is to kill, to run, and if you don’t, if you can’t do that, then, the best this to do, is, kill yourself,” he says as he raises a revolver to the side of his head. “My name is Doctor Steven Templeton, I created this virus, I built this weapon, this killing machine, and, it is, unstoppable,” he says as he pulls the trigger, removing half his head.

 

END

Day 263 – Severance – Short Story

“How excited are you kid?” He says, looking over at the young man, his face pale, his eyes wide, and his mind, well, his mind somewhere else, he looks over to the older man, and smiles nervously.

“Shitting myself if you want me to be honest,” he says, the older man laughs.

“It’s going to be like that for the first few times, but, you’ve got talent, and all you need to do is hold it together, out there, and slowly, you’ll becoming better, and the people, well, they’ll see it too, and, then, nothing can stop you from climbing the tree but yourself.”

He bites down onto his bottom lip nervelessly, as his eyes dart to the ground, then back up at him, he feels his fingernails dig into his calves, and clears his throat. “I-I-Is it really that easy?”

“Sure, why not,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders.

“Why do so many fail then? Why are there so many who wanna be great, but only a few who mange it, if it’s so easy?”

The older man laughs again, “I never said it was easy, I said it all relies on skill, determination, follow through, drive, all that shit, you’ve got to wanna be the man, to be the man, you can go out there then times a week, thinking you’re the man, not giving a shit about everything else, and just doing the best god damn thing you can do, and honestly, you won’t make it,” He says, as he gets to his feet and stretches his tired, old muscles. “But, if you go out there, and you work hard, you work with everyone else, you do what is asked, and you concentrate on getting better, getting confident, and, getting the other guys behind you, then, you’ll knock the roof off, trust me on that.”

“So, what? You’re saying be part of a team, be out there for everyone, and not just for myself?”

“Yeah kid, that’s sort of it,” He says with a smile as the door to the room opens and a sweaty man pokes his head in.

“You boys are up, the kid ready?” He asks the older man.

He looks over to the younger man, and then over to the man at the door and smiles, “Yeah, the kids ready to have his moment in the sun.”

“Well then, lets get ready to rumble folks,” the man at the door says, as he leads them out, towards the ring.

 

END

 

Day 262 – Past Gliders – Short Story

The darkness save no man or woman, it allows neither a reprieve, it only wants their lives, well, that’s how it seems to me anyway.

When it first appeared, the news stations reported it to be some unknown act of nature, they of course, were wrong, in every way.

His name was Marcus, he was, what you would call, a nerd. You know, awkward, clumsy, brilliant, all rolled into an unflattering package riddled with bad breath, excessive sweats and a high pitched vocal setting, basically Marcus ticked every classic nerd stereotype, ever made.

Anyway, Marcus was the reason the darkness started to swallow everything, he’d been working on some assignment for the research university he worked for, that was trying to decipher some ancient rune stone that was found on the dark side of the moon, I know, seriously, they found a stone with a ancient message on it, on the moon, and no one raised an eyebrow, all too late they realised that once they deciphered the coding, it set a chain of events in place that would bring this hunger to our home world, a hunger that wanted nothing more than to feast upon everyone of us.

Now, as the days count down, and the darkness spreads, I wonder, when will my turn be. When will I pay for my role in all of this, or, am I curse to see the end, to see how my intellect, which I once thought was vast, unrivaled, be reduced, to that of the destroyer of my species…

Day 261 – Flawless – Short Story

“So this is really what he was talking about?” She says, turning towards him, his face screwed up with anger.

“Obviously,” he hisses, as he darts her a look that sends shivers running down her spine.

“Don’t take it out on me, you’re the one who let him go, you should’ve put a bullet in his head when you had the chance.”

“DON’T FUCKING LECTURE ME SALLY!” He yells, tightening his hands into fists, his teeth grind against each other, and he feels one of his back molars crack under the pressure. “You wasn’t there, you didn’t see what I saw, you didn’t have orders to follow, if I knew for sure he was responsible, I would’ve put more than one in his head. But it wasn’t my choice, I was just a hired gun, I did what I was asked to do, and I did it, not like you, you knew what he was like all along, you knew he was rotten, you could’ve done more to stop him, made sure he was taken care of,” he says, her cheeks go red, and she bows her head.

“I-I-It, it wasn’t meant to come across like that, I though, I-I-I, I thought maybe I could, well, maybe I could…”

“What? You thought you could save him?” He says, then lets out a laugh. “Some people can’t change, no matter what you hope, no matter what you do, some people are just too far, and Garret is one of those people, had you’ve let them know what he was fully capable off, what they were really going up against, we wouldn’t be standing here, looking down at these mutilated carcasses, we’d be somewhere else, having nothing to do with each other. I just honestly don’t understand why you kept that sort of inf….” His words comes to a stop, and his eyes shimmer, as if something leaves them, and then, falls forward, a knife sticking from the back of his head.

She locks eyes with Garret, and he smiles, she wickedly smiles back.

“Hello, mother,” he says softly.

Day 260 – Starflake – Short Story

“I have many things to tell you, some of them are lies, others, are truths hidden in riddles, but, they are all entertaining,” the old man says to the group of children who sit before him, around the campfire.

“Why don’t you start them, because right now you’re boring my pants off,” a voice calls out from the group.

He smiles, and allows himself to laugh, “Well, I had better start then, we wouldn’t want your pants falling all thew way down, in front of the girls now, would we?” The boy blushes bight red, and mumbles something to himself as he hangs his head, all the other children laugh. “Now, as I said before, I have many stories I could tell you, but, tonight, I feel a bit nostalgic, a bit, home sick, and wanted to share with you a story about my home, and the night, I realised that everything wasn’t as it was in the stories, life wasn’t, going to be the way it should be just because I wanted it to be,” he says, as he clears his throat, and coughs violently into a handkerchief he pulls from his pocket, he pulls it away, and stares at the mucus that’s now entangled in  the cloth, one of his eyebrows raises and his bottom lip trembles ever so slightly, as he notices the blood that is weaved through the bile and saliva, he dabs the handkerchief onto his lips and quickly stuffs it back into his pocket, and looks back up at the children.

“It was nineteen sixty-three, and the rock group Pearl Jam had just released their third studio album on CD, I don’t remember the name of the album, but, it was good, a step back, reminded me of when they played at Woodstock, I, back then, was a free thinker, and happily smoked the weed, something, you kids would know nothing of anymore, not with all the regulations and rules the government have adopted to bring down accidental deaths, and depression. Anyway, I was sitting around listening to the album, when my brother and his girlfriend crashed in through the door to my bedroom, waving the local newspaper in my face, I was disorientated for a few moments the weed had that effect, and I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but, after I realised he wanted me to read the headline, I did so,” he says, as he stops and coughs once more into the handkerchief, looking at it’s contents again, then looks back to the children.

“What did the headline say?” One of the children call out, and he smiles.

“It said the world was coming to an end in three days,” the room feel silent when he spoke those words, and then a small murmur runs through the children, until, finally, one spoke out aloud, so he could hear.

“B-B-But, it didn’t, did it?” The Girl asks.

He laughs, “Well, if it did, then, we wouldn’t be sitting here, would we?” He says, the children laugh along with him, and then fall silent once more, as his demeanor changes, his face, becomes brooding, his brow furrows, and his eyes, sparkle in the flames of the campfire. “But it almost did,” he says softly, locking eyes with each child, until eventually, he comes to a stop at the girl who asked the question. “Do you want me to tell you how we saved it?” He asks.

The girl nods, and he smiles, “Then, let’s get comfortable, because, this is going to take a while.”

 

To Be Continued…

 

Day 260 – Tape – Wrapped In Words

Tape,

stuck,

sticky,

wrapping around me,

tightly,

sticking me to myself,

keeping me from you,

wrapped in sticky tape,

rapped in sticky glue,

stuck to myself,

kept way from you,

sticky icky tape,

sticky icky glue,

wrapping around me,

keeping me away from you,

sticky icky tape,

sticky icky glue,

twisting,

turning around me,

keeping me stuck together,

keeping me stuck away from you.

Day 259 – Stolen – Short Story

“How many times has it been since your father died, that you’ve found yourself here, in my arms?” She says softly, as she runs a hand through his hair.

He presses himself up against her, their naked body’s squish together, sweat, saliva and other bodily juices coat their flesh. “Too many times to count,” he says as they kiss, she bites down into his bottom lip, piercing the fleshs, and he lets out a yelp, as he pulls away, pressing a hand to him mouth.

“Careful for christ sake!” He says, she smiles wickedly.

“Come on Coleman, it’s a bit late for that isn’t it, we pasted the pleasure and pain shit ages ago,” she says.

“Pleasure and pain shit? What the fuck are you going on about? This has all been about thrusting our naked bodies together, smashing out an orgasam, then going back to our lives, not taking chunks out of eac….” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as she drives a hard left hook into his face, knocking him to the floor, she dives upon him and drives another and then a right, and then, grabs him by the cock and squeezes it.

“Don’t be shy all of a sudden, you know how I like it,” she says, as she licks his face, he drives his head into her nose, smashing it across her face, blood pours instantly from it, as she reels back in pain, he shoves her off him and drives a boot into her stomach, and let’s out several long, desperate breaths as he stands over her motionless form.

“Fucking bitch, what the fucking hell is wrong with you?” He says as he grabs her by the hair and pulls her to her feet, they lock eyes for a few moments, his, filled with rage and confusion, while hers, are filled with a calmness, and in that moment, he realises, all too late, that sometimes, when you ask for something so wrong, it will end up bring that which devours you, and as she slips out of his wreaking grip, she drives a open hand into his throat, he gasps for air, as a knee smashes into his groin and he falls helplessly towards the floor, into unconsciousness.

He doesn’t know how long he was out when he finally comes to, but the bindings that hold him down, onto the bed feel as if they are cutting into his flesh, his eyes search the room frantically, only, to see her standing, waiting.

“Welcome back,” she says with a smile.

The End

Day 259 – Pale – Wrapped In Words

Plastic,

wrapped around my body,

pressing against my flesh,

pressing against my skin,

keeping me locked within,

keeping hold of my sin,

you thrust it in,

you pull it out,

you laugh,

you smile,

you joke about,

I’m trapped within,

I’d scream and shout,

but you thought of that one,

that’s why you cut my tongue out,

my precious one,

my secret love,

I shouldn’t’ve trusted you,

I should’ve know better,

I should’ve seen this coming,

you fucking psycho cunt,

I should’ve seen this coming,

I should’ve seen you,

through pale eyes,

eyes so cloudy,

eyes,

so,

cold.

 

Day 258 – Dark Stars: Quake, Part Two – Short Story

The Players so far..

Zander Kane, once a trusted and highly decorated general for the United Federation, Kane betrayed not only his own race, but his own flesh and blood to join the Dark Collective, so he could be with the woman he loved. Now, he rides stardust and slipstreams, captaining the Betha, fighting for the collective, in hope of one day freeing the worlds from the federations ruling grasp.

Gadamrie, a Golden Priestess in the Dark Collective, who before the federation came to power boasted over one million hosts as part of her mind hive.

Syin-To-Twenty-Seven (Sin), Betha’s sentient companion, through the link they share Sin can control and communicate between Betha and Zander, as well as accessing and sometimes controlling other forms of technology.

Touvler, Zander’s right hand man and Betha’s co-pilot, Touvler along with two others joined Zander when he defected from the United Federations to the Dark Collective.

General Salidazar, an officer in the Dark Collective, who’s loyalties, may lie somewhere else.

High Priestess Dankika, leader of the Dark Collective, a maker, a being who exists across multiple realities.

High Lord Quinn, Commander for the United Federation, and a Quadrapled, a slang term for a clone. Quinn’s past is still yet to be revealed, but his past association with Zander Kane makes his story more of a mystery.

President Balmires, the current elected president of the united federation, Balmires’ rise to power is one worth of it’s own story, soaked in blood and betrayal.

Last time on Dark Stars

Zander and the crew of Betha find themselves requested by the High Priestess, once touching down, he comes face to face with General Salidazar, who has other plans for Zander.

And so, we continue…

“Shut up,” Zander hisses, as he looks towards several men who march towards him, weapons ready. “Salidazar, I didn’t realise this was going to be so formal,” he says as they come to a stop in front of them, their weapons, now raised and trained upon Zander and Touvler.

“Shut up balesh,” Salidazar says, Zander’s eyebrows raise and his smile drops as he darts a quick look over to Touvler, who meets his glace with a confused look of his own.

“I think there’s some sort of confusion, Dankika request…” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as one of the men drives the butt of their blaster into his stomach, sending him to the ground.

“I said shut up, many things have changed since you were last here human scum, and not everyone is happy to see you,” Salidazar says as he crouches down over Zander. “If it was up to me, you and your crew of thieves would be tossed into the endless sea.”

“But it’s not,” a woman’s voice says from behind him, Salidazar grits his teeth and gives Zander one last vicious look.

“One day you’re woman won’t be around to protect you, and then, me and you human, we’ll have our moment,” he grows, then gets to his feet and turns to face all twelve of her.

“There will never be that moment, never, do you understand insect?” Gadamrie says, all twelve in unison.

“Why don’t you get back on your rust bucket, your kinds not welcome here Gadamrie.”

“Then make me?” She says, for a moment Salidazar allows himself to smiles, before he realises, all too late, she was not making a request, she was throwing out a threat. Before he can make a  move, three blades are at his throat, his solders lie face down on the ground, disarmed, and he stares into her green eyes.

“You will pay for your insubordination, let me and my men go, and leave this planet now!” He yells.

“You are in no position to threaten me insect, moments ago you held Zander in a similar predicament, are you now disagreeing with your own maneuvers.”

“Gadamrie, let them go, he’s not worth any of this,” Zander says, as he places a hand on her shoulder, she turns to him, her face expressionless.

“He deserves to die, they all do, since they joined the Dark Collective, they’ve wormed their way into her circle, taking larger roles that they do not deserve to have, let me take…”

“LET THEM BE!” a voice booms from somewhere behind them, Gadamrie turns to face her.

“Danakia, it has been too long.”

“Not long enough, you were a fool to come back here, and you,” she says, turning to Zander. “I thought better of you.”

“Hey, don’t try to lay any of this on me or her, it was your boys who started this, we were all happy as Larry when we got here, not wanting to start anything. But old Salidazar and his boys  threw the first punch, actually, threw the only punch, and Gadamrie, she came to my defense. So, your highness, get you’re boys on the wagon, or, we’re gone,” Zander says, as he turns back to Gadamrie, nods his head and walks over to Touvler who meets his gaze with one of agreement. “Actually scratch that, were gone,” he says, not even bothinrg to turn around as they head back towards Betha. Gadamrie looks back at Salidazar and smiles.

“Today, you are lucky, tomorrow, might be different,” she says, as she release her grip, and allows him to topple backwards onto the ground, she turns to Danakia and in unison, all twelve bow. “Your highness,” she says with a wry smile, before boarding Betha.

“Zander, I still require your attendance,” Danakia yells out.

“Blow it out your gas pipe, we’re heading home, like in the plan,” Zander replies, as he turns and heads up the ramp.

“This involves your unborn child,” she says quickly, Zander stops on the walkway and slowly turns his head towards her.