“I have struggled this year.” Her engraved lighter flashed to life flame lit two cigars. Specific cigars, intentional cigars. “It is 2017 and I have struggled.” She said as she shimmied her shoulders at the night. “Really make it any year. 1983, 2017, 3045 and the human mantra will be I have struggled. Who hasn’t! The rich man struggles underneath the weight of affluence. Trying to be more than they were born into; yet always …
Rancor-Tech
The very attractive receptionist handed Jon Derch a bag with the Rancor-Tech logo on it. Bright red and all seeing. “Here is your ID, Rancor-Tech issue phone and hold out your left fore arm.” She held out her hand suggesting he should place his fore arm in it. “Why do I need to do that?” Jon asked. She smiled and raised a gun with a large needle as the barrel. “Well Jon you are going …
A Fathers Journal Of Temptation (Part 2)
Part 1 Entry #1 Dad kept a journal. Not sure where it went must have been lost in the divorce. Maybe he still keeps it hoping waiting for me to call him. I just can’t though I am not sure what went wrong with Mom and Dad but they are both so distant from one another. I don’t want that for my children or wife; or me. So here it is an open book waiting …
A Fathers Journal Of Temptation (Part 1)
Entry #10 I wonder if they had visited my father? Perhaps I should start with the strange events of the drought. We have 120 head of cattle. A modest ranch, we may never be rich but we will have food and finance for the future. The drought came suddenly. The clouds disappeared and the sky opened up to let the full heat of the sun scorch our land. We went from 120 head of cattle …
Have You Been Showered By Sewage
People are small and insignificant while being galaxies worth of complexity and the arbiters of purpose and significance. I remember feeling so small in my windowless office and daily routine. I watched so many days go by crunching data and doing what I was told. I have kids and a wife and am constantly ashamed of how that seems like not enough. How raising my son is not as fulfilling as I think it should …
Many Years
Many years…. how they pass. I am so young only thirty about to be thirty one. Yet even in my youthful vigor I have found my bones drained of their marrow and my arms weak like sparrow wings. The weight of knowledge and adult hood tapped a drain hole in the lower part of my soul and has drained me of all motivation. Only leaving obligation and a begrudging yes. I have done for so …
Salvation Letters: wooden armor
Dear Brother, I am writing this letter so that you may come to know the truths and salvation that I have come to live. As you know for some time our country has lived in anarchy. The only thing that kept us safe was the amount of land and lack of roads between the bandit camps. Though in recent months they have been moving about more frequently due to rumors of a King from a …
Salvation Letters: Journal Entry #1837 on Love
Dear friends and colleagues, I feel you are owed an explanation for my disappearance as well as a reason for my continued absence. I wish I could give you the answers you want as well as a reasoned and logical answer for leaving. I am afraid though, a form of reason and logic exist in my choice you would reject it as lunacy and foolishness. As you know my studies stretched across multiple disciplines: psychology biology, cellular biology, …
Here We Find Revenge
I feel excited. I thought I would be terrified but the vast nebula and planetary system demands my exploration and I must find the navigation systems. They could have left me a map. I punch the door release and hold my breath as the the door slides open. A single corridor stands before me running left to right. Johnny Cash plays softly to the left so I go right no need to seek revenge. The …
On The Wings of Moths
O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder, Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made; I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, Thy power throughout the universe displayed. It echos faintly through the crawl spaces, halls and walls of the Aposolith. I think the artist is Johnny Cash. When I get quiet enough to hear it, my blood boils. The Aposolith is a womb of sorts. My own universe they told …