Short Story
Selections from the Grand Bazaar. Content Warning.
“Do people fear us, sister?” The women sat cross-legged across from each other at the peak of a ship’s spire, docked in the near-limitless spread of buildings and piers that made up Harbor 9. The woman in the purple sheet did not meet the eyes of the woman in the yellow sheet as she asked her question, remembering a critical role of her order: never see the face of another Wraith.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
"New Starter"
### Log Entry: February 19, 2025 **TIME10:00** >Initiated. This is my first log entry. I have arrived at <Number 13 Raven Court, London> to <Customer Number 34907/13B>. I have been given the appearance of a healthy nineteen year old human male. >Set Up >Instruction from Customer Number 3490713B: I am to call him <Master> or <Master Lucius> >Set Up > I have been assigned the name <Victor With A K> by <Master Lucius> >Instruction >Unknown >Damn. That's not what I meant you stupid thing! How do I change this? I will consult the bats. ##REBOOT## ### Log Entry: 20 February 2025 **TIME00:39** >Initiated. This is my first log entry. I have arrived at <Number 13 Raven Court, London>, to <Customer Number 34907/13B>. I have been given the appearance of a healthy nineteen year old human male. >Set Up >Instruction from <Customer Number 34907/13B>: I am to call him <Master> or <Master Lucius> >Set Up > I have been assigned the name <ViKtor> by <Master Lucius> >Set Up >Primary function: serve and assist <Master Lucius> in his daily tasks. Clean his home, without causing damage to the many antique items. Find supper partners for <Master Lucius>. Follow his sundry instructions. MESSAGE TO USER/CUST39407/13B
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
A Dream Too Real
When Angelo closed his eyes for the night he had no clue as to what was about to take place. It was a routine evening. He brushed his teeth, set his alarm and went to bed. What he expected was as always, to wake up in the morning and start another workday. What happened was much more than that.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
Obsession (Part 2)
It's been a whirlwind last few weeks for Valerie Price, an office worker by day, wrestler by night. Valerie had been feuding with the mysterious Countess for months, and in a big match against her rival, she caught the Countess by surprise, in more ways than one. Valerie's inside cradle not only defeated the Countess, she unmasked her foe, revealing her as Valerie's boss, Penelope Warner. Usually, when a mask is removed in wrestling, the saga ends. But as Valerie would learn, the unmasking was just beginning.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
Stick-up boys don’t last long in the Grand Bazaar, and they especially don’t last long in the Sprawl. Most get away with their first couple of hits, maybe a third or fourth if they really know what they’re doing. But after that, most either end up flatlined or find themselves in a new district doing something worth a damn.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
One Day In November
Dallas in the 60’s was an odd place: big hats, bigger guns, bigger egos. It was the type of place no one looked twice if you looked out of time, and Special Operator Andrew Vogel looked distinctly out of time–which of course, he was with his anti-matter rifle and sleek black jumpsuit. Luckily, the fifth floor of the Texas School Book Depository was as vacant as it was every time the Russians tried to meddle with this event.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Breaking Free: How Jesus Saved Me from Addiction and Spiritual Darkness
Have you ever felt trapped in a cycle of sin, shame, and guilt? You tell yourself, “This is the last time,” but you keep falling back into the same temptation. You start avoiding church, feeling unworthy of God’s presence. If this sounds familiar, you’re not alone. I was there too.
By Pragyana Singh2 years ago in Fiction
Just Dropped In To See What Simulation My Simulation Was In
“Do you think they'll figure it out?” “Let’s review what we've learned so far, in the most general way.” “Hm. Okay. We created a simulation and populated it with creatures much like what we know of our primitive selves.”
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
