Category: Short Story
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Apocalypse Man 2: Apocalypse Harder
Project Monolith update: January 1967 Director Howard Following the Korean War’s end, most of DOD’s Super Soldier programs were scrapped while the rest were consolidated under a new umbrella program called Project Monolith. Further advancements in our understanding of superhuman physiology has been critical in maintaining our military dominance over Soviet equivalents. Thanks to the international ban on serum based Super Soldier development, we […]
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Oblivion (8)
Previous Parallel 12: Jungle Earth A bird with three eyes and five beaks landed near Jael. He stared at it for a solid minute before he heard something rustling near him. Emilio sat up from the underbrush covering him. “Emilio? What the hell just happened?” Jael asked. Emilio tried talking to him, but nothing […]
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Oblivion (7)
Previous Parallel 7832: Spirit Plane Earth Emilio sat in a puddle of spiritual effluvium. His last attempt at manifesting had gone poorly. His last few attempts in fact. “Concentrate,” the old sage said. “That’s all I’ve been doing for the last hour,” Emilio replied. “You talk a lot for someone who is concentrating.” “Shut up […]
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Oblivion (6)
Previous Parallel 12: Jungle Earth “I love you, Emilio,” she said. “That’s weird,” Emilio replied. “Why?” “I love you too.” She slapped his arm, grinning. “Pendoha. One of these days you’re gonna get slapped and not know why,” she said, laying back on the bed of leaves. “That’s not so bad.” He laid back on […]
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Oblivion (5)
Previous Tenmo Island Emilio lay sweating on the sheets. Dr. Kirke was sound asleep next to him. For the briefest of moments he was tempted to roll over and cuddle her, but the feeling passed with a wave of revulsion. He wasn’t a solitary creature. He couldn’t live like this. The nature of his situation […]
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The Old Man by the Sea
Waves crashed against the rocks in rhythmic swells. Every hundred thousand years, the sea would swallow the rocks and retreat back, a rhythm no living thing could witness. In a million years, the rocks would be gone. No, not gone really. Pounded into fine sand by water and wind. Still there, just different. The old […]
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Oblivion (4)
Previous Tenmo Island “Do you think I’m pretty?” Kirke asked. Emilio turned to look at her. “You don’t care what I think,” he said. “That’s true. But I want to hear your answer,” she said. Emilio watched her carefully. “Objectively, you have attributes that qualify you as pretty,” he replied. She jotted some notes down […]
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Oblivion (3)
Previous Parallel 14: BioHack Earth The problem, Jael realized, isn’t that slug trains are slow. The problem is that they are super sticky. And gross. And slow on top of it all. Their existence made little sense in a world where most things made little sense. That was perhaps the saving grace of this town. People […]
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Oblivion (2)
Previous Tenmo Island Emilio sat in his usual spot in the mess hall tent. His bowl of meat gravy was piping hot and his daily bread was just on the right side of stale so as to be slightly crunchy. He was near an open flap so he could watch the sunrise. The mistress of the island, Dr. Callie […]
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Oblivion (1)
Tenmo Island Emilio lay on his back. His captor was on top of him, pushing him down, her rhythmic motion building to a crescendo. He didn’t want to look at her, wanted to close his eyes and imagine the love of his life instead. Doing so would result in more lashes, though, so he looked into […]
The Wormhole Less Traveled 