The fifth floor of the newly built apartment complex was not high enough to drown out the sirens of the passing ambulance, likely on its way to the slightly older emergency clinic down the street. The curtains of the balcony drifted lightly on the breeze, the coolness of the evening wafting occasionally towards the bed. …
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Spiral of Regret
I’d left the conversation. I couldn’t leave the aircraft, but I'd left the conversation, turning my attention towards the take-off and initial flight maneuvering. The limited AI James, although I wasn’t entirely sure what Titan meant by that and why he was different than Apex, could have handled all of the flight controls, including the …
Revelations: Ruminations and Regrets
I stand in the courtyard, listening to Whitley in her La Amante persona…..make pronouncements She’d always been high strung, and this persona incorporated parts of her commanding presence as a doctor, but there was something different, something crueler maybe. I’d tried to talk to her earlier in the morning, to, well, if I am …
A Letter to the Captain
High Captain, There are many things I wish to say, AB, arrived early this morning, fortunate that our TG found him prior to some Naga that ED discovered nearly simultaneously. I am not sure it was wise to entrust such a novice with such important communications no matter how much he desires to prove …
Revelations: Part I
The flames' height had dropped as they consumed the most flammable of materials in the estate house. If anything, though, the fire grew in heat intensity, especially around the stone stairs to the bolt hole or safe room. I hadn't been able to enter, and Brujeria had been to wounded and in too much pain …
Captain Ketheria Windstar k’Seaforge
Illustration by Soraya Caraca © Last Dreams Creations
Evolution
“Ok, then, Lukas, you stay here by the door, help the hostages, and if anyone gets hurt, then you zap 'em. Right, ok? On the count of three.” All that ran through my mind was that I hate violence, this was stupid, we were going to die, damn Barbe is bossy, this is stupid...I should …
Waiting
“I 'ate this fuckin' room.” Five minutes later, “I 'ate this fuckin' room.” I sit next to the bed. Again. I sit and I stare at the unconscious form. Her long purple hair lies tangled about her sleeping form. Of course, its not entirely purple any more, and I guess its a sleeping form now. …
Blood Choice
He lay upon the heavily pillowed bed, pondering the important question of whether to rise and summon breakfast prior to his beloved wife's awakening, or to wait and avoid wakening her any sooner than necessary. Although the rising sun would not touch his balcony until it began its descent, he could tell by the shadows …
Just in Case . . . .
START RECORDING The video shows the sandy haired man staring into the camera. The room behind him shows a massive bed, tightly made, the floor spotless, various punk and skaa band posters are plastered on one wall. Twenty three seconds of silence play through the video as the man stares into the camera before he …
Banishment
Somewhere, sirens blare in the night, red and white neon flashing………pain, “Hold on, son, hold on, the medics are on their way……..” Flashes of memory, lyrics waver along the air, “The love we share seems to go nowhere…” then darkness again. The darkness recedes momentarily, but the pain is…..everywhere. “Mommy…..help…..it hurts….” “Hush, Lukas, hush….it’s going …
What Price Memory, Part VI
“That's not the way it happened.....” I start to reply. “Damn it......” Do memory paths cause physical pain? I have no idea, I am no fucking neurosurgeon. What I can tell you is that whatever the fuck is happening this night, right now, it hurts like ever fucking hell. When I feel a slightly clammy hand …
What Price Memory, Part V
I turn to eating, just eating. Anything to distract me at this point from the pain of the dinner. Yes, I had asked, and yes, I had insisted. What drives us to know the unknown? I mean, did it really matter? They were here now and as long as they all learned the truth, did …
What Price Memory, Part IV
I withdraw my hand from the table, overcome with powerful emotions. Anger and frustration from hearing about a life and family denied to me, joy and amusement at Olivia's antics. Remembered desire from a past long gone. I sit there, staring into....something. Should we really learn of what could have been? Or am I truly …
What Price Memory, Part III
I've suffered a lot of pain in my life, assuming any of my memories are true. Which is debatable, at best. I remember bullets in Iraq, grenade fragments in Afghanistan. What I do know, is that just because something heals quickly, does not mean that the pain is any less severe, you just don't die …
Last Dreams 