September 2016 Tired. Not physically, not really. He could still run for miles if he needed to, but he was getting sloppy. Fatigued mentally. Things had been so hectic over the last month. He hadn’t made a major mistake yet, that he knew of, but….he needed a break, a big break. Christmas was still three …
Tag: Silver Spider
The Gleam in His Eye
July 2015 I’d noticed the other day that she kept hanging around, smoking cigarettes and occasionally taking one of my beers out of the cooler. She kept changing the music to some sort of music that I thought was punk, or at least related to punk. At first I thought she was watching Bryce, and …
The Danger of Dreams
“While no additional charges have been filed against UDP leadership or members beyond the alleged direct assassins in the three weeks since election day, the investigation into the attempt on Senator-elect Graham continues……” Outwardly, Brett didn’t sigh in frustration. He was attempting to enjoy the beautiful fall day in the park William had forced his …
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 …
Open Wounds
I sit at the back of the little plaza, watching the celebration unfold. They ignore us, for the most part, not overtly hostile, but not.....welcoming either. We are the family of their new high priestess to be, whatever they officially called the position, regardless of the magic, or maybe because of the magic, a tribe …
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. …
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 …
What Price Memory, Part IX
April 1st, 2013 (All Fool's Day) 2047 Hours The infiltration has gone smoothly. Shift change leading into the evening. They really hadn't been hardened against a professional attack, especially one led by someone with his capabilities combined with his training. Add no mercy for those who had destroyed my family's innocence, and well, while we …
What Price Memory, Part VIII
The chairs aren't exactly comfortable, or maybe its the awkwardness of this trip down memory lane, the emotional toll its taking on her. Me, well, I've given up trying to figure out my emotions. Too many ways I can lose control with negative, shall we say, results. It really only takes the briefest reference to …
What Price Memory, Part II
I study her as the sommelier bringS the wine she ordered, offering it first to me, and with a shake of my head, going through the dance of the sniff and taste with her. Somewhere, a thought chases through my head, probably from Henri, that the tasting was irrelevant, that originally, the sniff was just …
What Price Memory: Intro
They'd had some good times over the last few days, the three of them. Awkward at times, of course, but good, he'd thought. But she kept doling out the information slowly, and he had a soldier's dichotomy of immense patience while on or planning the mission, and almost none in his personal life. Whether it …
How do you feel?
“How do I feel you ask? Well, that's an interesting question. Are you sure you want to know? Well, then, how to answer." "You know, nobody here ever thinks about this, but the seasons, not that San Diego seems to have any, are reversed from back home. You know, summer is winter and vice versa, …
No More Running
He’d ridden home on the back of the SpyderCycle, alternately fuming quietly with the occasional angry outburst to his brother about their failure. It didn’t take them long with Bryce’s suicidal speed, to drive along the cost of California until they reached Tempest Point. Everyone made noises about a post-mortem session with food but he …
Mazatlan Massacre: Departure
They'd been throwing what supplies they had from the crappy apartment into Brett's jeep when he heard them approaching. Bryce and Karen had gone up for the last load of spare clothes and blankets a few minutes earlier. He kept loading the last of the water and food into the back of the jeep. Not …
Last Dreams 