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April Fools!

Above Hideaway
I walked through the spartan hallways of the flagship under pale blue lights. End of the hall, a hexagonal automatic door hissed open. I stepped on the lift. A young woman in a command jacket moved over, smiled, called me captain. Long brown hair, blue eyes. The same as mine. That’s what I hate about coming home – hard to tell who I’m related to. Half the crew probably shares a little DNA with me.

“Deck seventeen.”

“Yes sir.” She pressed the button. Continue reading April Fools!

April Fools Day Post: The End

It all started with a phone call. Most things inevitably do these days.

Wait. Wait. I need a do-over.

It all ended with a phone call. Most things tended to these days.  Ah. That’s better. Hendrick Hahn was lying on the bed in his hotel room when he got the call.

‘Hello.’

‘What do you want?’ Hendrick Hahn channels his inner asthma when he speaks.

‘Got a job for you. Great Lakes. The target is the Grand Lakes Heroes League.’ Continue reading April Fools Day Post: The End

Return to Normal

As you can guess from the title, we’re returning to a normal posting schedule tomorrow.

I hope you enjoyed getting a window into other writer’s worlds, and I hope you’ll check their stories out. I know that one of the things that really helped me early on was a link from another writer. With any luck, I can do the same for them.

“5.8 Interlude (Samael)” from “Anathema” by Chrysalis

East Cape, South Africa

Saturday, the 8th of January, 2000

7:15 p.m.

Nine years, eleven months, and twelve days before the Pulse

Such a beauty. Maybe I’ll name you, Jordan Steyn thought as he carefully lifted the Musgrave hunting rifle off its hooks above his bedroom door. He enjoyed the feel of the metal and the smoothly polished wooden grip beneath his fingers. They assured him that he wasn’t helpless farm kid anymore. Unlike most boys his age, Jordan was ready to assume the responsibilities of life. Ensuring that his fingers were nowhere near the trigger, he walked across the room, pushed his school books aside, and set the rifle down on his desk. Old man Steyn had made it clear that he didn’t want his sixteen-year-old son to keep his Christmas present loaded, but Jordan figured his dad would never know.

Dad isn’t going to check, Jordan reassured himself. So as long as his best friend and confidante Steven kept his mouth shut, everything would be fine. Continue reading “5.8 Interlude (Samael)” from “Anathema” by Chrysalis

“Damned I” by Shaeor

Jilly was in a daze.

The military schtick wasn’t for her. What with the siren stirring her from too little sleep and the general demands on personal time. It was the price, though. Hypothetically, it was all worth it. Just had to stick it out.

She lurched around her apartment, past her work area and blackboard to the kitchen. She touched the light switch and stuck a cup under her coffee machine. Turned an eye to her wrist and a holographic clock flipped on.

Eight minutes, she remembered. Continue reading “Damned I” by Shaeor

Birthday

Today is my birthday, so there will be a couple more days of guest updates as I’m not writing tonight.

Next official update is Thursday.

In case you’re wondering what I did on my birthday, I’ll tell you:

I spent most of it putting away camping equipment. It rained while we were leaving this morning, so everything was wet when we got home.

You might be happy to know though that in addition to kayaking, waterskiing, visiting relatives, visiting friends, and practicing a little bass guitar, I also managed to plot out an “original Heroes League” story. I have no idea when it will appear, but it will.

“Power Play” by Gregory Taylor

“You need to do something about the power failure at the hospital! OW!”

Carrie Waterson grabbed the side of her head at the same time as her double. The second Carrie then vanished from Chartreuse’s bed, making Carrie wonder if she’d imagined seeing her other self in the first place. Though the lingering headache implied she hadn’t.

Carrie turned to her classmate. “You saw that too, right?” Continue reading “Power Play” by Gregory Taylor

“Sanctioned, Book One: Rejects” by ChrysKelly

“Glory is fleeting, but obscurity lasts forever.”

Beki
Stacey said something funny.

I managed to miss it completely, and I’m not even sure what I was thinking about when I should have been listening. But I knew it was funny, and not nasty, because Zaheera and MJ were laughing. They wouldn’t laugh at something cruel; they definitely wouldn’t laugh at me or Ashleigh being the butt of a joke. In fact, Zaheera would likely get offended and say something to Stacey about how her attempts at humour were hurtful and undeserved.

So it was definitely a funny comment – and for once, that left me wishing I’d been paying attention when Stacey spoke, instead of mentally writing a few paragraphs of my latest Tarzan fanfic in my head.

That’s what I’d been thinking about: I’d left a cliffhanger on my last update – Tarzan was just about to meet Jane for the first time. Continue reading “Sanctioned, Book One: Rejects” by ChrysKelly