Interlude Hal floated in the white nothingness of his dreams. This time, he wasn't so confused. He had been here before, he knew, he just didn't remember. In lieu of memories, he had a sense of déjà vu. Instinctually, he focused his attention to the horizon, and a scene rushed into existence. He was standing in the shower in his father's house, steaming wat...
Author's Notes: Here is my contribution to the whole 2012, end of the world thing. I hope you enjoy this copywrited piece of fiction. If there is enough interest, I might continue this story line. I wrote it in the style of the old time movie shorts like Buck Rodgers, Superman, and such other Saturday Matinee fodder. With luck, this will be posted on either...
When one becomes an MC (Mind Controller), does there need to be a MC organization? If so, how is the organization defined? What are its goals and motivations? How should Mind Control be defined? Can it be used to do anything? Does one just “push” an emotion or idea on the subject or does one manipulate matter at the molecular level to stimulate portions of...
Chapter 10: The Growing Power of Sound "If you're referring to the old man who just tried to cook my brain, then yeah we've met. Him and his groupie." I said a little more snidely then I intended. "Not a groupie; that would be his daughter." The genie's voice rang in my head, curtain or no curtain of protection. "Though he has many groupies, as you might c...
---------- ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 ---------- AUTHORS NOTE: Hello everyone it has been a while. So this is a rather weird story that just kind of materialized over the course of 3 consecutive days of writing at 4:30 in the morning, which seems to be when I'm most inspired these days. This story is rather out there by my standards, but I though...
----=(Taxi Gate 7, Part 1)=---- Taxi gate 7 was a hallway which appeared pleasing to the eye in a neutral manner. Below average human shoulder height the walls were coloured in a calm, not too bright, shade of blue. At shoulder height and above, the walls were also decorated with intricate ornaments. Bronze, gold and a few streaks of black dominated the orn...
Author's Note: I had an idea for a story and when I started writing, this came out. I liked it and decided to publish it. When I finish the original story, I will put it up too. Don't bother reading if you don't have a sense of humor or a sense of irony. Enjoy. * Ego: I have a problem. Help me out here. Mind: You always have problems. What did you do thi...
Thank you to everyone who has sent feedback and suggestions, it is truly appreciated. I will keep working on this series until I finish it. If you have ideas or suggestions please let me know. I am always open to feedback. Thanks as usual to my editor LadyCibille. Chapter 11: Duet I sat across from Tuyen and my mind raced. How to tell her all that had h...
In the middle of the night, Becky sits up quickly in bed. Rubbing sleepy eyes to clear them, her ears tune to the silence of the night and strain to hear whatever it is that awakened her. There is nothing but stillness and absolute silence. Not even the tiniest chirp from a cricket. All too familiar—this nightly ritual—every night for the past week or so be...
Cindy awoke slowly, was it a dream she had or was the encounter with the man-beast happen. She yawned and stretched then noticed she was lying on a blanket of fur. Her body felt more alive then it ever had before. Her senses were sharp, she could smell the food that was cooking in the furthest part of the cave, she could see every stand of fur as it she was...