Michael G Dick
Bio
Michael fell in love with writing while studying at the prestigious Clovis Community College or CCC. For one of his electives, he took a Creative Writing Course. Michael loves storytelling and hopes you love a good story.
Stories (6/0)
Life by the Numbers
I wonder how many people live and die by numbers? I used to. I would wake up and look at a number. Based on that number I would decide how to begin my day. Am I eating cereal for breakfast, pancakes, eggs, or some shitty protein shake so full of fiber it's gritty?
By Michael G Dick3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of the Nightingale
The Calypso was roughly 1/50th the size of the Elizabeth, the derelict was massive. There were was debris floating around the hull, but no sign of a fight. No hull fractures, plasma burns, or anything to indicate another ship engaged them. There were docking ports fore, aft, gaining access wasn’t the problem, it was the nebula; the ionized gasses were mucking up the calypso’s sensors that seemed to create life sign readings that were there and then gone again.
By Michael G Dick3 years ago in Futurism
Tales of the Nightingale
The only thing separating Kassy from the vastness of space was a few centimeters of material; a myriad of synthetics. The suit was absorbing enough juice to reconstitute oxygen from the bi-product gases released from her skin. Kassy could float out here indefinitely, or at least until she died from dehydration which would occur much more quickly because of the demand the suit ultimately placed on her body.
By Michael G Dick3 years ago in Futurism
The Interview
Nicholas was picked up while paying for groceries. It became common practice to intercept dissidents at the Costco, as it was now the only place food was legally sold. At first everyone thought they were being hauled away for shoplifting. Nobody batted an eye when someone was cuffed and taken into back rooms, as long as it wasn’t them or theirs that were being hauled away.
By Michael G Dick3 years ago in Fiction
