Quiet was, of course, a matter of opinion.
Joe guessed that in the opinion of the soldier pushing up the hatch on the tower’s roof, he hadn’t been quiet at all.
The soldier stared up at him, and slammed the hatch shut. Continue reading 1943: Part 2
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1943: Part 1
June 1943, Germany. Somewhere in the Black Forest:
The castle stood on top of a hill. From his position in the forest, Joe wasn’t impressed. It didn’t match up to the castles he’d imagined when he’d read Ivanhoe. This castle wasn’t much more than a big tower connected to a house. Both were made of stone, but at the end of the day it was smaller than the old monstrosity of a house that Giles Hardwick had grown up in.
He found it hard to make out details in the darkness, but the moon gave enough light for him to notice the two soldiers standing at the top of the tower.
He’d have to kill them both, and he doubted it would be quiet. Continue reading 1943: Part 1
Turning Eighteen: Part 8
We stepped outside.
Daniel shut the door behind us, and we stood on the walk in front of his front porch, stopping next to a light shaped like an old gas street lamp.
Looking back at the house, I asked, “Is he getting worse?”
“I don’t know. It seemed like one of his good days. He knew who everyone was, and he was in a good mood. It’s so stupid. Do you think he’s worse?” Continue reading Turning Eighteen: Part 8
Not Quite Done
Owing to a variety of things, the current post isn’t done. It’ll appear later tonight.
Also, my apologies to everyone about the horrible slowness of the site on late Friday and Saturday. The server this is on got hit by a Denial of Service attack. As an added bonus, they then had to do things after preventing the attack to get the server back to responding reasonably quickly.
Hopefully it is now…
An April Fools Day Post (that is totally true)
Take a look at Gavin Williams “The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin.” I did his April Fools Day post.
The other… Alexandra Erin is doing something interesting called “Lit Snacks” in which she writes an ebook and sells advertising in the back of it. She was kind enough to give me free advertising in the first one “The Gift of the Bad Guy” (a piece of superhero fiction).
I’d planned to mention it when it came out, but I somehow didn’t notice. Thus I mention it today.
Turning Eighteen: Part 7
I had to admit he made sense, but I couldn’t say I liked it.
When push came to shove, I didn’t want Sean to go to jail for killing Ray. You could argue that Ray’s standard operating procedure was driving people past what they could emotionally handle, and then killing them while they were too tortured to think straight.
It didn’t take much to see that if your strategy was based on giving people an irrational need to kill you, it could come back to bite you someday. Sean just happened to be the biter. Continue reading Turning Eighteen: Part 7
Turning Eighteen: Part 6
“Why won’t I like it?”
Sitting up a little straighter in his chair, Mr. Cohen said, “I think we need to take a step back before we talk about that. I asked for your thoughts on what happened because I think you need to hear yourself say them.
“I’m a big believer in taking a look at the whole picture. Can our legal system take care of the problem? What about letting the superhuman community handle it? And is it worth it? In my experience, you can never ask, ‘Is it worth it?’ enough.” Continue reading Turning Eighteen: Part 6
Turning Eighteen: Part 5
Unsure of what to say next, I paused.
Daniel’s dad said, “Start where you think the beginning is.”
“Well, the real beginning’s back in December when we found Ray at Haley’s family Christmas party, but that would take too long, and you could say the next beginning is when Ray killed Sean’s dad at graduation, but I think the beginning that matters was when Sean told Rachel and I that he was going to kick Ray’s ass, and beat us to the cottage…” Continue reading Turning Eighteen: Part 5
Turning Eighteen: Part 4
We talked more after that, but not much worth repeating.
What can you say that tops, “I’m an alien on the run from my people who, by the way, commit genocide as a hobby, and might stop by any day now?”
Near the end of lunch, I got a text message from Daniel. It said, “Dad says come by any time.” Continue reading Turning Eighteen: Part 4
Turning Eighteen: Part 3
I thought about that. “Uh… Is there anything you’re likely to do that would put the human race in danger?”
Lee took another piece of pizza. “Anything that I’m likely to do? No. I’ve been keeping my head down for a long time now, but sometimes I’ve been known to take a risk. Now I take less.”
“I’m assuming that you’re hiding from your people, whatever they are… What happens if they catch you?” Continue reading Turning Eighteen: Part 3