Stede Lindgren
Stories (3/0)
The Mark of Cain
Glaciers form as layers of snow pile on top of each other from season to season. Each layer differs in chemistry. As the years pass the buried layers of snow compress under the immense weight of the countless snow layers above them. This makes the once light semi pure fluffy snow into a cold dense layer of ice. Particulates and dissolved chemicals that were captured by the falling snow act like memories as they become trapped in the ice. Our job as glacial geologists is to drill down through those layers of time and retrieve those memories in the form of a cylindrical sample referred to as an ice core. We can view all the layers from this sample and piece together quite a lot about the past including when the ice formed, the climate at the time, the accumulation of snow, the atmosphere’s chemical composition, solar activity, and even volcanic activity…
By Stede Lindgren3 years ago in Futurism
Dybbuk Taffy
Dennis brushed his wavy blonde hair off of his brow as he placed his hand there in an effort to hold up his head as it was meandering downward out of drowsy boredom. He had been making phone calls and punching numbers into the stupid glowing screen for hours and he still had 3 hours left. Somehow these last three hours were crawling by slower than the first 8. He’d rather scrape the gray matter off his brain with a cheese grater then make another sales call, but he knew this mindless grid was what it took to get to the upper floors. Where they have big open offices and make obscene amounts of money. A place where you're in charge and your opinion is law. He had started very young and spent the last 7 years working his way up each floor. Every floor became more competitive and cutthroat than the last. He was now on the 24th floor out of 50, he was almost halfway there. The 50th floor, that's what he wanted more than anything in the world. Well more than almost anything. Leah Northrum, the company's sales executive. She was his number one. She was beautiful, powerful and had an office on the 50th floor. She was the package deal and Dennis spent most of his waking hours fantasizing about her. “Kyle has been in there a while.” Dennis thought peering over his cubicle at his boss Edward Morris’s office. Though 12 years his senior, Kyle Rambunk was Dennis’s best friend and like Denis, did rather average work for the 24th floor, but for some reason Edward made him the office whipping boy. He called him out on any little mistakes he made and would shout at him for sometimes hours depending on his mood. Dennis had heard that Edward’s wife asked for a divorce so he figured he’d be yelling at Kyle for a while, but 4 hours was a bit much. Finally the muffled shouts became clear as the door burst open. “The company can’t afford to deal with your incompetence any longer and neither can I. You're Fired!” Edward screamed. Kyle backed out of the door slowly holding his binder close to his chest with both arms. Edward noticed the whole office looking at him. His face was red and he was breathing heavy. “Pick up your shit and get out of here.” he said, trying to calm down. Then he slammed his office door. The sound caused Kyle to flinch. “Fired?” Dennis whispered in disbelief. Kyle’s company was the only thing that made Dennis’s mundane work bearable. Kyle went to his cubicle and started gathering things up. The secretary brought a box for him. Dennis went over to help. The two quietly packaged up his things. Then Dennis put his hand on Kyle's shoulder. “Easy street in 3 hours. Do you think you can make it until then?” Dennis asked. Kyle sadly nodded and left with the box in hand. Easy street was the name of a bar on the edge of town where the two often met after hard days.
By Stede Lindgren3 years ago in Horror