It’s said that humans can adapt to anything. For the most part I agree. There are a couple of exceptions. One is acute pain. Who ever created this mess called humanity knew enough to make sure we never became accustomed…
DMMC
Category: Short Story
These are my own short stories.
AOVID-19
The fact that I was sitting in that musty old room was amazing in itself. Until thirty minutes prior, I did not know the space existed. Long ago I read a suspense novel by a Minnesota author who stated there…
To Live is to Human
“Don’t you ever wonder what it’s like out there?” I ask my best friend Shelbie. She is sitting across from me. Both of us at a small round table bound by the gates of an outdoor café. As I wait…
Not Fair
I was harvested three days ago. No one knew what to expect when one is harvested, because no one ever returns to earth after harvest. What we imagined was for the conditions to be deplorable, but we were wrong. Being…
Can’t Prove a Negative
So, I have this friend. His name is Garrett. Garrett fancies himself a writer, though his only source of income is as a truck driver. Garret writes, mostly science fiction, but I think I am the only one who reads…
Stone Age
There are stories of a time when all of mankind was united. A time when there were no wars between peoples. But that was before my time. War is what I prepare for now as I adjust my helmet, shrug…
Bigger Fish
“What do you want to see?” I asked my girlfriend Ashley without looking up from my phone, scrolling through the movies playing at the local theater. “How about that new zombie movie,” she suggested with way too much enthusiasm. I…
Wish
I was abducted by aliens once. It was, at the time, the most unforgettable moment of my life. I was fourteen, walking along Minnehaha Creek, taking a break from slipping newspapers between the storm doors of my customers. The sky…
Evolution
“What happened to the human’s daddy?” I looked to my daughter as I pondered an answer. Her deep blue eyes peered back at me with youthful innocence. Her mother and I spent months dickering over the details of her inception.…
My Charge
“Wakeup!” I scream at max volume. My words translated by an algorithm into some cheery musical tune my charge selected from possible options. …3…2…1, “Wake up!” I shout once again at a programmed interval. That second one seems to have…