Emile Bienert
Bio
I am probably not a wizard.
Stories (6/0)
Killing for Google With a Song in My Heart
The first thing that they ask you is what video games you play. It’s not about skill or anything of the sort; it’s a matter of personal preference. Let’s be honest: if you’re piloting an APOU; they aren’t going to be able to do much to stop you from killing them. Yeah, I heard about the incident in Stockton, but that was isolated, they caught the people, and that level of sophistication in explosives is incredibly rare.
By Emile Bienert3 years ago in Fiction
A Good Name
The banner, several stories tall and proclaiming, “Marry Chriatmas!” would stay up until after I left the city six months later. But on Christmas Eve of 2007, I had no way of knowing this. It was just part of the noisy cultural schizophrenia in one of the world’s largest cities, only noticeable because of its size. Though nearly midnight, the street’s ambience was that of midafternoon. Food vendors called out to passersby. Couples laughed and argued and milled about, looking at cheap toys and carnival style games. My teeth chattered.
By Emile Bienert3 years ago in Petlife
Do You Believe in Magic?
Some families are insane and have veritable crematoriums of skeletons in their closets. Schizophrenics and slave owners married victims of incest and had secret, secondary families in other states. These families had kids who did drugs and fought with their parents or bottled things up and went on shooting rampages. As outsiders, we can say we know a strangely, seemingly normal pairing or slice from the family, but if asked, those oh so typical people can relate that still waters run deep.
By Emile Bienert3 years ago in Confessions
Ligion
The universe sent Rennie Gordon so many messages he had difficulty distinguishing one from another. When he got his lotto numbers from pausing a stopwatch and recording the really small, fast moving ones at the end, it made sense that only one number was right because those numbers were obviously meant for something else. His children had grown accustomed to what he called “ligion,” and were often disappointed but rarely surprised.
By Emile Bienert3 years ago in Humans