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Short Story 36

Jemima and The Broken Ones

They used to call us The Broken Ones. In the fallout of the revolution, the world ushered in a new way of life. For the first time in our history, Earth fell into a state of equality…but only through the introduction of the hive reaping. Once every six months The Cleanse would sacrifice a few for the greater good of the many. We didn’t fit in, and that didn’t sit well with The Collective. What did they really expect? In the process of trying to overthrow the powers that be, they adapted and took humanity to a depressingly new low.

Our differences were removed, and the new norm restricted what people could feel, what they could do. People feared becoming victims of The Vortex, but the worst part was that nothing had actually changed. An illusion that would make great magicians bow down in disbelief: the powerful just found new ways to hold onto their thrones and manipulate people.

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Short Story 35

Lily and the Hidden Society

I need to tell you a secret, but you have to promise not tell another living soul. I’m serious! This isn’t a game or a cool story some stranger at a bar is telling you on his sixth pint. This is life and death, the great abyss, the four-horseman type shit…at least it is for me. Trust me, I’m not here to say that I was randomly thrust into a world far greater than the one I was used to. Quite the opposite. Everything was designed to play out a certain way, just not by my hand.

Three weeks ago, I was tied and restrained on a chair in my living room. I remember thinking that I wish I hadn’t gone for the hand-crafted solid wood dining setting. That’s because somewhere between the torture and the punches a flimsier furniture choice may have helped me escape. I know, I know. I really should’ve been concerned with the fact that my best friend was the one doing the tormenting. Hear me out though; my choices, as far as I could tell, had no determining influence on Mike’s actions. My home décor on the other hand fell entirely under the responsibility of my currently questionable decision-making skills.

Looking back, I maybe should’ve been more freaked out. I was scared, don’t get me wrong, but I feel like movies, books, shows and the news somehow dulled my shock to the events taking place. The situation was out of my control, so why should I worry and give him the satisfaction of instilling fear in me? Instead the sassy and sarcastic side came out to play. Every question he asked I laughed off or replied with a line from a song. When he got frustrated to the point of being completely calm, Mike whispered in my ear, “Valkyrie will not be happy. Your fate is written. Valkyrie is coming for you.”

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Short Story 34

Lonni and the Prophecies

Somewhere between an ordinary chance meeting and becoming best friends with someone, he lied to me. Thinking about it now, it was all a lie. I know he loves me, that’s real…but it was all under false pretences. When I was eighteen, I moved to the city. I was from a small country town where I lived with my father, a hard but kind man who definitely didn’t want me to leave.

To be honest, I didn’t want to leave either…but you have to do what’s expected when the Diamond Legion summons you. I always knew that day would come. I had trained from a young age, always knowing that my life was owed to a cause claiming to be fighting for the greater good. I grew up hearing stories of how my father had a debt that was to be paid the day his daughter came of age.

I know what you’re thinking, that this is a creepy cult situation? The thing is, that’s not far off the mark. I used to have dreams of aliens abducting me. That in the night, creatures would come into my room, do tests on my blood. Turns out those weren’t dreams, and there were very non-alien people from the Diamond Legion coming into my house and checking my body for the prime condition for ‘harvesting’ as they like to call it; it’s just plain old human sacrifice.

To be honest, all I know is that at some point in time I’ll die and that there was no way out of it.

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Let’s Talk About…Nostalgia-driven Streaming: Baby Yoda & High School Musicals

Hi, so, can we talk about the rise of nostalgia-driven streaming entertainment and the genius that is DisneyPlus?

See, in a very real sense, my eyes rolled at the announcement of DisneyPlus. I looked to my brother in exacerbation. My mind had instinctually arrived at the conclusion that taking all of their movies and shows from other streaming services and putting it behind, yet another paywall was entertainment suicide. If not from pure frustration of, surely people would be limited in their consumption, or maybe they would simply turn to those alternative pirating avenues.

But then something interesting happened: they boosted their launch with the announcement of original shows. At that moment I sat intrigued because, sure, they would still battle the pirates, but in all honestly, that didn’t really matter. They had something better, the balls and good sense to appeal to the parts of us that can’t help but hang on to the fuzzy memory stores of our brains.

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I Published a Book!

    Fantasies of Grandeur

    This anthology series is a combination of fictional short stories with a lean towards young adult, science-fiction, fantasy and adventure.

    Each story brings excitement, intrigue and the occasional cliffhanger.

    Taking you on a ride through different genres, the characters in Part I have no defining names, unlike those in Part II.

    Let your imagination join you on this journey through fantasies of grandeur.

    It’s available in paperback and ebook on Amazon and Kindle here and on your local Amazon site.

    This was a passion project with more to come!

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    Short Story 33

    Olive and Lachlan

    Olive’s grandmother used to tell her the story of how her grandparents met. They were in a crowded room. He was in a band and she was dancing to one of their songs. They locked eyes and the rest was history. But, Olive never really believed her; It was a fairy tale, a story to entertain bored children. For some reason, the elders liked to create magic in a time when everything was based on algorithms and duty. Love wasn’t real, and the world relied on everyone playing their part in the society they were privileged to live in. Without the socially constructed systems in place, violence would become the standard again, and humanity would cease to exist. Olive and everyone else were lucky to be alive, and lucky live in a utopia.

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