Alan D

Joined July 2021

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Fiction & non-fiction writer living in New Zealand. I write middle school children's stories featuring teddys (that are not quite teddy bears) at https://www.teddy-story.com

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The New Necromancer
The small light on the control panel suddenly turned green, and the ex-corpse on the table sat bolt upright, sucking in a ragged breath.
By Alan D3 years ago in Fiction
The Night Walker
I pull myself up onto the cart next to the driver. You can’t make much out at this time of day. Dawn’s a couple of hours away; there isn’t even the faintest hint of it on the horizon. I nod towards the driver, just as I do every morning, and once I’m seated on the old smooth board that serves as a seat, we get underway.
By Alan D3 years ago in Fiction
The Storage Unit Auction
Storage unit sales are the same everywhere, a low-key group of scavengers meeting in an anonymous light-industrial landscape to try and make some money from other people’s detritus. There are occasional exceptions. TV crews are a good indication that you might well just have an exception on your hands. If there’s a TV crew hanging around, you’ll likely either be graced by the presence of ‘professional’ storage unit flippers filming their latest voyeuristic peek into other people’s junk, or a police line just the other side of the cameras. Fortunately, there weren’t any TV cameras this morning.
By Alan D3 years ago in Fiction
Narcotic Aftershave and Mutant Puppies
Dear Colleagues On days like this, I am reminded of some of our greatest nasal poets. The complex textured landscape of their olfactory oration both inspires and delights, pulling the sniffer further in towards the central truth concealed within. In keeping with this higher sense of peace, I will do my best to avoid any mention of the School beginning with the letter E.
By Alan D3 years ago in Fiction
The Waste
The body lay just underneath the shade of the rock. It’s probably been dragged there by some sort of scavenger, maybe a pack of them. Hard to tell from this distance. The Wastelander lowered her scope. No point moving around in this heat, she thought to herself. It’s as much of a death sentence as staying put at night. Best to wait until a bit later when it gets a bit cooler.
By Alan D3 years ago in Fiction
Let the Interrogations Begin
Dear Colleagues It is hard to believe that my first update was only ten days ago. Like many of the older generation, I remember the twelve-day weeks of my youth fondly. Today’s students must cram so much more into a ten day week than we ever did. I admire their dedication.
By Alan D3 years ago in Fiction
Undeath by chocolate
“We’ve done a root cause analysis, Commander Lee; the problem is us.” “Spit it out, Ensign, and don’t sugar coat it.” “Um,” began the Ensign “, we’re the problem?”
By Alan D3 years ago in Fiction
The Engineering Incident
Dear Colleagues, These are turbulent times, so I will omit the usual pleasantries and begin with the topic de jour. The Tragedy of Engineering
By Alan D3 years ago in Fiction
The Crossing
“We didn’t have to wait in my day. We could just….” “Walk right across. I know, it was a different time back then.” “A better time.”
By Alan D3 years ago in Fiction

Alan D

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The New Necromancer

The Night Walker

The Storage Unit Auction

Narcotic Aftershave and Mutant Puppies

The Waste

Let the Interrogations Begin

Undeath by chocolate

The Engineering Incident

The Crossing

Stories (9/0)