John Newbanks
Stories (6/0)
The Black Swans
PROLOGUE Who are we? What I can tell you is who we are not. We are not anarchists, terrorists, capitalists, or socialists. Or to this matter, any political identity that you have ever heard of. People speak of secret organizations such as the Bilderberg Group or Oreo Templi Orientis. Trust me when I say you have never heard of us, never will, and we have no real name.
By John Newbanks12 months ago in Fiction
Purple Enchantment
Chapter One - Gnarled Fingers Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Fantasy, some would suggest. But it is as real as the moon is full. It is at this time, on a warm night, when I like to don my mother’s cape and walk near the reeds surrounding our pond. As my path curves along its bank, I approach the woods on the side away from our cottage. I can feel the charge of magic in the air as the hair on my arms stands on end.
By John Newbanksabout a year ago in Fiction
Newton's Law
Time travel is a crime. Not that it was ever legal, but it became necessary to criminalize it. I was born the year of 2247 CE, on an off world from Earth. I am employed by T.I.M.E, also known as Time Interception of Missing Entities. T.I.M.E. is itself a suborganization of the Sol Federation and prefers to recruit agents off world. That is non-Earthlings, of which I qualify. They also like us young and unattached. And I do not mean simply unattached to family, friends, and lovers, but also to history. And we will get back to this soon enough as it has everything to do with my existence. Which leads us to a bit of history.
By John Newbanksabout a year ago in Fiction
Lost in Color
Lost in Color I sit outside a café, drinking coffee and eating bits of a croissant as my fingers peel apart its layers this early Parisian morning. The light is soft and allows me to enjoy the movements of color along the street before the harshness of the midday sun makes squinting a requirement. It is still early. Traffic is subdued, and area residents are just starting their morning trek to work.
By John Newbanks3 years ago in Humans