Saturday, March 2, 2019

Flickers

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It first happened on my way home from work. The time had just changed, and I was pleasantly surprised to find myself driving home in daylight for once.

I live near the airport, so it isn't uncommon to see airplanes flying low, readying themselves to land. I admit, I have a tendency to fiddle with my phone while waiting at red lights. I changed the song I was listening to and looked up to check the car in front of me. Still seeing brake lights, I looked up farther to see if the light had changed, and that's when I noticed a large white flicker “blink” just over the horizon.



I thought it was a plane. But if it had been a plane, I would still have seen it making its way to the airport. Instead the ‘flicker’, or the thing I saw, disappeared behind trees and buildings.

I pondered on what I could have seen on the way home. At the time, I wasn't very bothered by it. It could have been a bright flash of light that played a trick on my eyes. It could have in fact been a plane, and I had only been paying half attention. But my gut told me what I’d seen was something else entirely. 

A few days passed and the same thing happened again. I never could get a good look at the enormous thing that seemed the populate the area just outside of my line of sight. But the idea that it was NOT a plane ate at me. The fact that I kept seeing it gnawed at my subconscious, and from just my being aware, I seemed to see it more.

Saturday, February 9, 2019

A Valentine's Day Flash Fiction Thingy... Or Whatever


"No, he can't do that." I said plainly.
"Why not?" Jack asked.
"Because he's not as tough as me." I took a sip of coffee and waved my hand in the air to infer more was coming. "I'm the one who will go out of my way. He--- he just--- it's asking too much of him. I'm more... determined, I guess."
"You're more determined to see him than he is to see you?"


"Yea. Well, kind of. To make time for him. In a way."
"It sounds like you're making excuses."
I sighed. "I'm not. It's just complicated."
"It sounds like you are."
"J," I shook my head. I already knew he was going to give me a speech. The one about letting my efforts be wasted on a man who wasn't that into me. I'd heard this particular speech a million times this year already and it was only February.
"Why don't you just take a step back and see what he does? I had to do that with Roger and he came running into my arms."
I scowled a little. "You and Roger are the perfect couple though, so I don't think y'all are a good example."
Jack looked confused. "We are, literally, the perfect example." He sipped his expresso.
"I just want to feel wanted."
"We all do, it's human nature. But what we do to feel that way, or, rather what we do to make other people want us is what sometimes throws us into the realm of 'desperation'."
"You think I'm desperate?"
"No. I don't, but does he?"
I rubbed my forehead. Tried to answer that question for myself before admitting it to Jack.
Was I desperate? I always made myself available for his every whim. I made sure he knew I'd do whatever I could to move my schedule around to see him. He knew if he called, I'd never say no. I didn’t think that was desperation until now.
“Why does dating have to be such a mind fuck?”
“Because, just like anything else, you're selling yourself. It’s about getting that other person to perceive you in a way that is true to life, yet still ‘romanticized’.”
“I don’t know how to do that. I only know how to be straight with someone. I like him, so I want to see him and I let him know that-- end of story.”
“No, not end of story.” Jack leaned towards me and put his elbows on the tiny cafe table. J was beautiful, perfect lips, smooth skin, dark hair and a chiseled physique. Long story short, Roger was a lucky man. “If you make yourself too available, he will perceive you as being desperate, or worse, he’ll take advantage of your honesty and good nature and blow you off more. Because he knows he can just reschedule, no problem.”
On some level, I knew Jack was right. I didn’t want to believe that though. There had to be someone in this world who wasn’t like that. But then again, I had to consider human nature. It is what it is. Millions of years of human evolution wouldn’t be undone by a few dates and a couple passionate moments.
“He’s not the only one with perception problems.” Jack added.
“What? I perceive things as they are.”
He laughed. “Do you? You view him as weaker than you already. Don’t you think he feels that judgement in some way? Is he truly weaker than you, or is it more likely his strengths lie in different areas than yours?”
“I don’t think he’s weak.”
“You just said so not five minutes ago.”
“I think he…”  I stopped halfway through my sentence. Fuck. I did just say that and only in this moment was I realizing I’d meant it.
Jack nodded as if to say ‘told ya’.
“So now that we know it’s “perception” that’s keeping me more single than not, what do I do about it?”
“There’s not much you can do.” J shrugged. “The only thing that might make dating a little easier is to be self aware. Know who you are, what you really want and drop any fucker you find who doesn’t give it to you.”
“Isn’t that a little self centered? A relationship is give and take, ebb and flow. Up and down.”
“It is. But you can’t pour from an empty cup. You have to take care of yourself first.”
I chuckled. “How poetic of you.”
“I saw that quote on Facebook.”
“So basically, I’ve learned nothing?”
“So basically," Jack winked at me, "you could learn everything there is to know about sharing your life with another person and still feel lost. That’s what love is. It is a journey. A test with no cheat sheets and ironically, it’s every man and woman for themselves.”
“Jesus, that’s depressing.”
“Nah, it’s just dating. You'll be fine.”
A small smile crept over my lips. "Thanks, Jack."


Saturday, January 26, 2019

BernzOmatic Camping Gas




BernzOmatic Camping Gas is an extremely flammable gas contained in a metal canister. It is used for fueling propane patio heaters, small cooking devices like grills, camp lamps and portable stoves. Canisters can come in all different sizes and in A1, (the current dimension you reside in), these small fuel packs are a great and useful product.
In dimension J8, there was a situation that took place in early 2017. The event involved several of these canisters accidentally opening dimensional rifts. Most of the doorways from J8 (surprisingly) led to A1. These two universes are not located next to each other as one can see from the diagram.
(See dia. 7742Q)
The J8 rifts caused odd items to materialize in A1. Campers in J8 began to disappear. People would let their stoves warm up only to turn their backs and find their cooking devices missing completely.
Park rangers heard of these strange disappearances first in J8, then, some time later on, people in A1 would find things like camping stoves and random heaters melded into the walls of their homes or sticking halfway out of a rock face at their local park. A woman in Florida found the left arm of a hiker fused to the backside of her toilet and had a heart attack on the spot. She lived, the hiker didn't.
It was a conundrum for A1 scientists, so they set out to find an answer. Blockades were erected around affected areas, specialty teams were brought in; and in the end, the canisters of BernzOmatic Camping Gas were the only constant at each location.
More trouble started when scientists, military heavy-hitters and philanthropists all began poking at the portable gas tanks to find out why they were different from the ones you can buy at your local camping store here in A1. It did not end well. Most of them are still missing.
The reason for the camping gas anomaly is still unknown, but now both universes seem to be in a bitter political dispute regarding funding and the ethics attached to what is now known as the BernzO Epidemic.
Although scientists and other sects of academia scoff at magic and the manipulation of ether and/or other "non-existent" materials, it seems evident to some groups that there is more at play in our array of universes than we are currently aware of.
Obviously.
Unexplainable events have increased exponentially throughout the centuries. More people are turning to the 'unknown' to answer burning questions of a spiritual nature, and camping is less safe than usual.
The moral of the story? If you'd like to go camping and you live in J8, it may be safer to use good ol' fashioned regular wood to fuel your fires. There's probably never been a more dangerous time to be a nature enthusiast.

Thursday, December 20, 2018

Sweet Dreams | #PlaylistPrompt


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Photo by Anselme Servain


There's a certain "truth" present within dreams. This "truth" is nearly impossible to find in the real world. This is due mainly because our inhabitions and fears are manifested plainly in front of us while in the dream.

Feel like you can't get through to a friend? You may dream about a brick wall. Go to bed hungry? You may dream that someone or something is eating you.

No matter how far removed a dream might seem to be from reality, I promise it's all interrelated. I know, because I'm the one that sends the dreams.

Oh, you thought I was human. 

Ha! 

Most people do. I look human; I suppose I feel human as well, but there's no way for me to know that with any certainty. I feel fear, loneliness, love, happiness, gratefulness and regret just like the rest of you, only, I've been feeling these emotions for eons now. 

Over the millenia, I've watched as prayers, wishes, hopes and daydreams are sent out into the ether each night. People wishing/ asking for better lives. Better luck for the ones they love. For safety. I can't answer their prayers, but I can send them beautiful dreams. I try to send them the good ones, but their human minds often distort my effort into something twisted. Stress and fear can ruin the best of dreams, and if you believe nothing else from this little essay, then you should believe that. 

So, as I listened to the prayers and hopes of generation after generation, I noticed there are a group of voices stronger than the rest. Humans call them Witches. Bruja. Čarodějnice. 巫婆. Cailleach. I could go on and on...

These ones are different. 

They ask for the nightmares.

And they pray to me. In fact, they call me out by name and request horrific visions of the future. My twin brother thinks these Witches are crazy, but that doesn't stop him from doing business with them regularly... Anyway, I'm getting off topic.

Sometimes, when I see a human man circling a Witch, I'll send him a dream to warn him away. It usually works, but not always. I saw something like this just the other day.

The Witch this guy was going after wasn't as bad as some, but she has a talent for the art of hexing, and that alone makes me worry. I feel a certain kinship with human men for some reason. Maybe it's because my body resembles one, so that's how I identify, (even though I'm technically far from human).

Anyway, I sent him the dream, he ignored it. (No surprise), and now I can't find him. 

I can feel every living creature in existence when they sleep, but I can't find this guy anymore. 

It's been three days.

So, I asked my brother if that poor man had passed through his gates. When you're the god of death, you eventually meet EVERYBODY. 

Thanatos said he hadn't seen the mortal I was speaking of. I remember feeling perplexed. If you weren't alive, or dead, or asleep, then what were you?

As a god, you'd think I'd be able to answer that question, but I couldn't. The only other thing I could think to do was find the Witch and see what she was up to. Maybe she'd done something to the guy, but still, I should have been able to find him when he slept. 

When I couldn't find her either, I decided to break into her apartment and snoop around. I found a grimoire laying on her kitchen table. A book of spells, but they didn't belong to her. 

There were chairs tipped over in her kitchen like a gust of wind had knocked them on their side. Papers were strewn about the area. I saw a dog's food and water dish, but no dog. No clothes in the dresser. 

I realized then that the Witch and the guy must have ran off. But to where? Like I said, I could find them in this universe --- there was no place to hide from me. Everything that lives needs sleep, and everything that sleeps eventually dies (that's where my brother comes in). There's no getting around it. Even immortals sleep.

Feeling annoyed and outdone by a mediocre Witch at best, I flipped through the grimoire and the answer became clear. The first page of the book said the following:


"There are seven ways to open a portal to another universe. 
I know two of them, but I wish I knew none."

"Hypnos" by Taner Ceylan

I tried looking for the page that told you how to open such a portal, (because I'm a god, and even I can't do that); but of course, she'd ripped it out. 

Can you imagine what might be out there? What they might be seeing right now? I mean, I've been alive for a long time and I've never figured out how to transcend my own dimension, and trust me, I've had time to think about it. 

In closing, let this be a warning to you. Sometimes, when I send you a dream, you might want to heed my subtle warnings. Other times, it may be the beginning of the greatest adventure known to both gods and man alike. Just sayin'.

Sweet dreams.
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Thursday, November 1, 2018

Halloween Is Over...

Halloween has come and gone and it's soooo sad...

All year I look forward to this day, and before I know it, it's over in 24 hours! What a ripoff! I move that we change this 'single day holiday' into a week long affair... 

Who's with me?



Anywhooooo, we posted our #100WordHorror stories during the first part of October, and I was floored by the badassery of my writing homies. I know a lot of really talented people. That's so crazy for me to say, because, before I met most of my writer friends, I never had anyone to talk to about any of my creative endeavors.

You guys know that talking about writing to non-writers is like asking them to help you watch paint dry: they're just not into it.😩 But, such as life... Even though the normies don't write stories, we still love them, well,,,, most of them😜.

Anyway, because I didn't get to post on Halloween (I was too tired from work, and I'm not gonna lie, I was binge watching Chuck🙄), I'd like to share the first chapter of my new book with y'all.




Here's some stats on the project so far:

Title: "The Seed"
MC: Grayson/ Greyson Nowak
(In the prologue, Professor Daughtery is my main character)
Genre: Really? You have to ask? All the lols...
Page count (So far): 89

Okay, without further ado, here's the first chapter of... 


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