Stephen K Koons
Stories (3/0)
Space Quest
Space Quest by Stephen Koons Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so the ay. After the vibrant hum of a space motor, the violent landing, a man is relieved to release his safety belt. The stellar push through and among stars, where light seldom shines from a distant sun. Glad to be home, among trash piles albeit. There are men and women happening by the blue and red light districts. They buy Ramen noodles, smoke cigarettes. Women gesture, scantily clad out to passerby’s, soliciting their bodies. Roger Wilco is not so stressed. He has landed, crappily, a space scow, has filled in another workday at a landfill site. He flys overhead, again and again vaporizing garbage. He is a custodian for the business “Clean Sure” , and works every day to maintain cleanliness. He is paid scant wages, deals with the variety of beings, aliens, machines equipped to talk and do mundane things.
By Stephen K Koons2 years ago in Earth
Pond Lake Ocean
Pond Lake Ocean by: Stephen Koons This is the tale of a fortunate man. Tim Brontey is his name. He had imagined leaving morality, forgoing the legality of good and evil. One rewarding day in the flowering state of Pennsylvania he jumped aboard a train, headed into Philadelphia. He tapped his head, forlorn and strange habit, stroked his hair idly and gazed out the window.
By Stephen K Koons3 years ago in Fiction
Dystopian
Dystopian by: Stephen Koons There is a woman breathing heavily, leaning over a garish red heart shaped locket. The time and place, Philadelphia in a harsh future, 2451. Her heart is beating quickly. There is little time to think about stress. Instead of whining and cursing her fortune there would be bullets to dodge and a man to find, one with a suitcase full of cash, and the only safe haven, a well funded night club run by Token Ellish.
By Stephen K Koons3 years ago in Futurism