It is notoriously difficult to hear, the voice of creation. The mind naturally listens for it at all the wrong times. It expects to hear god singing when a flower blooms, or when a child is born, or when lovers embrace. The mind looks out when it must look in. The voice of creation comes from within man. It is when her or his creations are born that it can be heard. Continue reading
Breeeeeeek, breek, breek. Sort of like a cicada, but according to the box it was supposed to be a tree frog. I hadn’t liked tree frogs in about six years, but when Mom said she was going to keep my room just as it was after I left she sure meant it. So I was being woken up by a plastic golden alarm clock shaped like a frog. It breeeked in my face and flashed the lights behind its purple eyes.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and winced when my feet hit the floor. Pain. Docs said my leg should be one hundred percent by now. Liars. They wanted me to get hurt again; it’s just more money in their pocket. Miss the family doctor. Think he was a real family doctor… like a cousin removed a handful of times or something. You need your blood mixed with theirs to get them to really care. Continue reading
Author’s Note: This short story is a continuation of my Justice Backers novellas, about a team of crowdfunded superheroes. If you wish to read this and fully understand what is going on, I would recommend checking those out first. They can be found in the novellas tab; here’s a link to the beginning of the first one. Okay, commencing with the actual story…
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Herocious: Is everybody in here? Can we get a roll call?
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Herocious: So we’re just missing Advocate? Is she here? Continue reading
EVERY KERNEL A WEAPON OF INCREDIBLE POWER!
The world rejoiced when Dr. Kimberly Goldenrod invented Mannapop, her patented genetically-tinkered super corn that could grow in the harshest environments. World hunger was all but solved as her genius took root across the globe and fed a generation. Its kernels were as big as beach balls… and flavorful too! The delicious miracle so distracted everyone that they didn’t notice it growing in every corner, every empty lot, every forest, and even between the kelp on the ocean floor. Continue reading
Of the sixteen time machines in operation, only one played a video of someone tap-dancing. The machine itself wasn’t much to marvel at; in fact, it looked like a space heater from the 1970’s, just with a fancier coat of paint and 6,380 small wires snaking out of its base and entering all kinds of unusual places around the laboratory. Some went into sockets, some hugged the wall and left the room, and others rose into the air dangerously enough to get tagged with black and orange warning stickers. Continue reading
I do not grant you permission to see this lightly, but I tire of your begging and pleading. I have real work to do. If you want to waste your time, go ahead; I won’t stop you. I guess you’ve proven I can’t anyway.
Put it back when you’re done, as if nobody ever touched it. Continue reading
“Tell me how to say it again,” Archie Vinpipe pleaded, mostly to distract from the rattling of the dark carriage. Nothing but a pair of lanterns illuminated the surrounding forest. The moon was hidden by dark clouds that continued to pour snow as they had for nearly two days. Their driver was only able to press forward because of the trail left by the other guests and the excellent breeding stock of the four reindeer pulling the vehicle. The way the driver told it, they were no more than nine generations from Prancer himself and could, when properly motivated, run several inches off the ground. Continue reading