Fiction

Don’t Tell Mom


It was a beautiful day, the sun shining, the birds chipping, and Jerry wanted to go cliff diving.  He had texted me around noon, been overly excited about jumping off the cliff.  Even though it was all just talk.  Jerry never jumped, his chatter was about trying to convince himself to jump.  I had no problem jumping, either did Ethan.  Just Jerry, always wanting to do it, always saying he’d do it, but never actually going through with it.

I pulled on my surf shorts, got on my long board and skated over to Jerry’s place.  He was outside in his usual wife beater and black shorts, my shirt was folded neatly and tucked in to my surf shorts.  It was too damn hot out to wear it.

Jerry told me we’d be meeting Ethan at the cliff, we skated down main street.  Smiling as all the girls looks at us.  In our mind we figured we were hot shit, but they were probably pointing and laughing at 30 somethings skating down main street to go cliff jumping.

Ethan was sitting on the cliff when we arrived, watching the warm waters roll in from the ocean, seagulls were diving and riding on the up drafts.  I stood beside Ethan.

“All set to jump?”  We both turned and looked at Jerry.  Who instantly said you first.

“Alright me first.”  I walked to the cliff, looked down in to the waters.  “Cannonball!”  I yelled at the top of my lungs, then just as I hit the water I heard Ethan and Jerry yell shark.

I surfaced, saw the fin, instantly knew it was a great white, and started to swim for the shore.

“It’s coming for you!”  Ethan yelled.

I didn’t dare look behind, I pulled myself up on to the rock, looking over my shoulder to see the dorsal fin turn away and disappear in the water, my heart pounding in my chest.

Crawling up to the cliff’s top I lay down on the cool grass and looked up at my friends.  “Guys?”

“Yea.”

“Don’t tell my mom.”

The End

Chocolate


I sat between my mother and father, pulling at my collar as the tie was done up tightly.

“Stop that.” My mother shewed my hand away.

“It’s too tight!” I said

“Be quiet.  We are in church, have some respect for our lord and savior.  Your tie is fine and if you can breath it’s not to tight.”

I slumped back in the pew and took a deep breath…pouting.  Wearing ties was not something I enjoyed.  And spending my Sunday in church was also something I didn’t enjoy.  I crossed my arms and sat there staring up at the podium where an organist was playing some tune that I didn’t know.

Slowly the church started to fill up and I was thankful I was sitting between my parents.  I hated sitting next to strangers.  Especially if the guy was fat and took up all the room, I didn’t like being squashed by some stranger.  Why were churches always so hot?  Why did I have to wear this suit?  No other kids here were in suits.  Looking around at the other kids dressed in sweaters and wishing I was one of them.

“Why can’t I wear a sweater?”  I asked my Mother looking up at her.

“Shush, would you jump off a peer if everyone else did it?”

I didn’t answer.

“Exactly, now be quiet.”

I pouted again as a priest approached podium.

He held up the bible like it was some amazing gift for everyone to see then  opened it to the book mark he had placed in it.  He gave us all a long look.  His eyes moving over each of us and when he met mine I looked away and then he started to speak.

“Thank you all for joining me here, today I want to share a message that I hold dear to my heart and this church offers services for those that suffer from this affliction.  That is addiction.  Addiction can come in many forms.  Drugs, cigarettes, alcohol, addiction is the Devil’s work…”

My parents nodded their heads agreeing with every word.

“Some forms of addiction you wouldn’t even think were the work of the Devil.  Video games that poison the minds of young men and women and movies that lead them down the path of violence.”

“Music!”

I looked around to see where that came from but I couldn’t find the man that had yelled out.

“Yes my good Christian, music as well.  The world is full of addictions, full of temptation, it surrounds us and it will crush us if we let it.  In times of temptation look to Christ and he will offer a path.  The adults in this service will have the faith and the will to see through these temptations to see what they are to see the Devil laughing behind the scenes.  But you young children here with your parents.  I’m sure some of you don’t want to be here that you’d rather be playing with your heathen friends out there in the world full of addiction and temptation.”

I watched his hands flail as he spoke, giving these grand jesters.

“You should look to your parents now and thank them for bringing you here, for offering you shelter and to absolve your sins.  If it were up to me church would be held every day, as sin does not rest, addiction does not rest, temptation does not rest, why should we rest?  So now let me talk to the children, our future.  Who here likes chocolate?”

I looked around as every hand went up including mine.

“That looks to be all of you, good, I’m glad you shared your temptations under God’s roof.  You see chocolate too is a temptation, I bet you could eat it and keep eating it?  That my sons and daughters is the work of the Devil! He wants you to be a slave to gluttony.  How do we fight the Devil?  God, faith, and will power.  If you cannot say no to another piece of chocolate how do you think you will say no to drugs, alcohol, cigarettes. All of those are dirty habits, habits of the heathens not the good folk of this congregation.  Do you see the parallels?”

Again my parents and everyone around me nodded, agreeing with every word.  I just wanted chocolate.

“Good I see many nodding heads out there.  Addiction, temptation, it is all the Devil’s work.  Part of his master plan to poison your minds and draw you to his breast where you will spend eternity in the red pits of fire.  Is that where you want to be?  Being clawed at by demons, Hell’s minions running around torturing you for your sins?”

I looked around and many of the kids were shaking there heads.  Still I just wanted chocolate.

“Good I see many of you are in agreement with God, that is good, but I see some of you silent.  Join me in prayer, God spoke these word directly to me, and I wish to share them all with you now.”

He raised his hands to the sky and started to speak funny.  Yelling out words that sounded like baby talk.  Was this guy even speaking English?  Everyone around me seemed to be in a trance, heads tilted down, arms raised to sky.  Even some of the children were doing the same.  And they were all swaying back and forth, I started to get nervous, I sat still and continued to look around.

I had not seen my fathers eyes open.

“Son what are you doing?”

“I don’t know.”

“You better learn respect or when we get home there will be hell to pay.  He is trying to save our souls, to protect them from the sins of gluttony, addiction, and temptation.  You should know your place in God’s eyes.”

I nodded and followed in suit, coping my father.  Listening to the priest babble baby talk until he finished.

“Praise our Lord Jesus.”   Wiping his brow the priest continued.  “Now we will pass around the donation plate and please give generously, Jesus is watching.  Support your church as you would support your family.  Generosity is something the Lord will reward ten fold.”

The plate came to me and I passed it to my father who place a hundred dollar bill on the plate, that was a lot of money.  It could be me a lot of games.

“Now we shall exercise our demons, children please follow Mrs. Thomson to the backroom where you will learn about Jesus and his many miracles.  This next part is not meant for you to see.”

 

The End.

 

“Welcome back to channel seven news. Our field reporter Rupert Tumble is on site at the Mage School of Magic where a student is about to test his theory of teleportation. Rupert, over to you.”
“Thank you Shelia, this is the most amazing event I have ever covered. And I have covered some strange events. From the disappearance of Arch-mage Jing and the memorable blunder of second level mage Sterling who shrunk himself and was accidentally kill underfoot. We’ve been waiting here four hours hoping to see new initiate John Stam who is said to have the talent to be the next high-mage.”
“What’s that I hear behind you Rupert? Sounds like clapping?”
“Shelia indeed it is, John Stam has just walked out of the school and is approaching the media now. Our belief is that he is ready to start his attempt. I think it would be best if we just sit back and let Mr. Stam do his thing.”
“Thank you so much for coming today, I hope that I achieve what I have promised or you all will have wasted your time. So I need everyone here to be quiet as I begin this spell.” John Stam said addressing the crowd.
“You heard it Shelia.” Rupert whispered. “We are to remain quiet and watch.”

John stood with his arms out at his sides, his long purple cloak pooling at his feet, he started to move his arms up and down at his side like he was trying to fly. Everyone was astonished to see an orb start to form. The crowd gasped at the sight of a blinding light. The screen on the viewfinder when dark then Shelia appear on the screen.
“Well it appears we are having technical difficulties we—“
“Oh my god Shelia, the horror, a black hole has opened and people are getting sucked in to it, the horror, the shame.”
“Rupert you okay?”
“I’m sorry Shelia I cannot hear you, the black hole is getting bigger, this is the worse—“

I looked at the T.V screen. “Ah shit, not again.” With a look over my shoulder I yelled to my wife. “Honey, prepare the shuttle, we need to plan a vacation fast. The mage-school has messed up our country again.”

The End.

The world had literally fallen apart, not from nuclear war or the crash of any stock market. No, it had come from space and now it was going to end everything we knew and took for granted. For years now media outlets had carried programs with scientists specializing in the how and when the impact would occur and what we could expect. You could say the lucky ones would be mere miles from the impact of the asteroid. They would be vaporized immediately, their brain wouldn’t have time to comprehend what had happened and in seconds they would be…gone.
New reports showed huge masses of people making a pilgrimage to the projected impact site. Religious groups called it Armageddon, God cleansing the world of weeds. People had stopped going to work, there was no point in it. Who wanted to spend their last few days sitting in a empty office? I’m sure a few did, finding comfort in routine.

I spent most of my life avoiding people. Staying in doors playing video games and so I figure why not go out that way. But it was getting harder and harder to connect to the networks as the asteroid got closer and closer.

It was the day of the impact and nothing worked. I could have spent it with family but they never cared much about me.
Looking out my apartment window I could see people gathering in the streets. All with their heads looking up. I followed their stare and sure enough you could see this object moving through the blue sky. Some people hoped that it would break up as it entered Earth’s atmosphere. However that theory was proven wrong as we all stared at the asteroid.
There was no way to prevent this from happening. With all the technology in the would and all the great minds working on this single problem the time to act had come and gone, and now the time to watch and die was upon us.

The asteroid moved across the sky heading towards the horizon soon it would be out of sight and all that would be left to do was sit and wait. It disappeared over the horizon and was quickly followed by a bright yellow flash. It was happening for real, this was no movie, no video game, no hero to save us all. We were witnessing the end.

I closed the book and laid it on my chest, looking out the window. I looked up to the blue sky and wondered what life would be like here should the world end by asteroid? Lifting the book up I continued to read the last few pages enjoying end the story.

The End

I looked down at what was left of the body and there wasn’t much. The upper torso looked to be in once piece, but it got worse the lower you looked. Flesh hung from exposed ribs, a lung had been torn in half. Intestines missing like something had ripped them out completely. The right leg was missing at the knee and the left leg had been ripped from the hip. Flesh hung in shreds off the empty joint. It was an utter mess.
“What did you say happened to him again?”
“We were off world exploring a new planet and he was attacked by an unknown animal. This is what was left after we tracked the animal and found Dean laying there.”
“How did you manage to track it?”
“Easy doc, we followed flesh, bone, and blood.”
I nodded. “I’m not going to lie he is pretty mess up. One of the worst cases I have ever had come through my doors.”
“Well…just do what you can. His brain is intact so neuro links should be stable.”
“Should, I can’t guarantee that he will wake up from this. But I will inject the Nano-bytes to repair the brain damage that has taken place. How long has he gone without oxygen to the brain?”
“A day, maybe two.”
I nodded, it wasn’t to bad. The Nano-bytes should be able to repair the brain can’t grantee his memory but I doubt he would want to remember this anyways.”
“Alright Doc, just do what you can.”
I nodded.

The door hissed as Dean’s friend left and I reached for the Nano-byte injection. Once Dean’s body was injected I gave him a quick scan to find out how badly he was damaged and what sort of mods I would need to print in order to get him back in to form.
I sat at a work station and waited for the scan to finish. Once complete the screen populated with options to get him working and there were many things to look at. This was going to be a complicated build. It took me the better part of an hour to select the gear that would be needed. His innards would need to be repaired first. Creating new lungs, intestines, and everything else that had been ripped out and consumed.
I walked over to Dean’s corpse that had been cleaned and stripped of all clothing. Dean laid there nude as a printer rotated around him. Slowly the missing organs were rebuilt in white polymer. Even after renovating hundreds of bodies, from simple fingers missing to full body reconstructions with just a head to work with. I still found it interesting seeing a body take shape from metal polymer. Even though Dean met a rather gruesome end he should make a full recovery.

The scanned beeped and I gave the new organ a quick look over, everything looked fine and seconds after that the work station chimed in a signal that the Nano-bytes had done their job and electric signals were firing in Dean’s brain. This was an excellent sign it meant that I could jump start his organs, if they responded then the limbs would be the easy part.
I sat back down at the workstation and started to select programs to run on the nanobots to restart Dean’s system. Everything working perfectly, even with all internal damage he responded like he had suffered no trauma. I got a good ping back from the organs and began to select the next programs to run, rebuilding his limbs one by one until he functioned as normal.

I woke up in my small quarters not far from Med-bay. Looking out the window I watched the stars in the distance and rubbed my eyes. I gave the view screen on the wall a look and it appeared that all of Dean’s reconstructive surgery had been a success. Everything was in the green. I got dressed quickly and with excitement I ran to Med-bay and instantly my attention turned to Dean. He looked in perfect condition besides the metal limbs that would be matched and covered in syn-skin, once that was done he would look perfectly normal. It appeared my 300th renovation was complete. I double checked his neuro networks, they were pinging in the normal rang. I just had to reboot the brain and he would be good as new, probably better.
“Welcome back to the land of the living.”

Corson stood there looking up at the giant beast as it towered over him. The fur that covered the creature’s entire body stood on end. Both surprised to have run in to another being. The stare down ended when the beast lashed out.
Diving out of the way Corson could feel a blast of air against his cheek as the clawed paw missed popping his head off by millimeters. Corson tried to roll gracefully but ended up sliding on the slick grass of the swamp and landed hard on his side. His face half covered in the slimy mud he turned to see the great beast rear around in his direction. Scrambling to his feet Corson reached for the hilt of his sword but found it missing. Patting his side in panic, never had his sword fallen out from his sheath or his hand. Looking around he spotted it not far from where he stood. But there was one problem, the swamp creature stood between him and his sword. Reaching to his belt on the opposite side he pulled a small thin bladed dagger meant for stabbing between the openings in armor, not for slaying a giant beast.
Snarling the beast’s sickly yellow eyes locked in on him. Drool ran from between the beast’s teeth dripping like an hourglass counting down how much time Corson had to live.

Driving forward the beast used his front paws to boost himself up in to the air, his powerful rear legs giving that final burst of power and before Corson could react the beast had closed all the distance between them. The beast slammed in to Corson. He could feel the claws drawing shallow lines of red along his chest as it pierced his armor. The weight of the beast was slowly crushing the metal of his breastplate and forcing him to sink in to the soft mud of the swamp floor.
The soft ground rose up around him, water started to seep up from the ground filling the crevices. He knew he only had seconds before the water would slowly start to drown him. Probably a nicer death then what the creature would offer him. Corson could feel the sharp claws digging deeper in to his chest. His breastplate collapsed painfully on to his chest. Ribs cracked and broke under the weight of the beast. Reaching up with his hands in a last chance struggle Corson found one of the yellow eyes and dug his thumb as deep as he could in to the socket.
The beast roared in pain and reared up and off Corson. Not wasting a second of his freedom from the beast’s grasp he pushed up and out of the soggy hole and rolled away from the beast. Not looking to see the damage he did to it, his attention was full on getting his sword back in to his hand.

Ripping what was left of his armor off his chest he let it drop to the ground. With a run that was more like quick limp he made his way towards his sword. Hearing the beast roar behind him Corson dove for the blade that sent lightening bolts of pain through his body.
Rolling on to his back he thrust the blade up and away from him. The beast that was already in flight could only look on hopelessly as the blade sunk in to its chest until it was buried to the hilt under its own weight.
Corson lay there his chest heaving, the stink of the beast over powering his senses. As it lay on top of him he can hear the deep shallow breaths it took. The beating of its giant heart was slowing. Using all his might Corson rolled the beast over and sat on top of the creature.
Looking around making sure no other creature decided to show up he hung his head and took a deep breath. “Never a shred of doubt.” Corson said before taking the silhouette dagger and stabbing the beasts between its eyes making sure it was dead.

The End

Kids “next Monday is the field trip to Earth Orbit. Where we will watch the humans in their natural habitat. Upon returning from the field trip you will be expected to write a report on what you witnessed and what you have learned. Now be sure that tomorrow you will bring back the permission slips signed by your parents. If you don’t have them in by tomorrow you will not be able to join your class mates on the trip.”
Glog turned and looked to his friend and whispered quietly. “Are you parents going to let you go?”
I think so Glog, my Da went when he was our age so I don’t think he is worried. But my mom is concerned. You know with what has been going on there in the last decade.”
Glog sat back in his seat and smiled at Flob. His parents were not sold on the idea of observing the people from Earth. With their new technology and ability to look out in to space visiting Earth is becoming harder to do.
The sound of chimes echoed through the school and the kids all jumped from their desk excited that another school day had come to an end. “Remember kids!” The teacher yelled after them. “Get your permission slips signed.” She wondered if any of the kids had even heard her over the excitement of the chimes signaling the weekend was here.

Glog was not so excited as the other kids rushed for the exit looking forward to the weekend. He knew that as soon as he got home he would have to convince his parents to let him go and he wasn’t so sure that he was going to be able to do that. He stared out the window of the airship as it raced through the sky. Glog looked at the clouds and imagined what they looked like. Some looked like the six legged hanker, a huge furry creature that lived in the purple forest of Ven. Others looked like fish in the aqua oceans and well some just didn’t look like anything.
A ladies voice came over the P.A system. “Next stop Yelt Street.” With a heavy sigh Glog got his backpack on and got ready to get off. The bus stopped and hovered over the road. Glog walked up to a circular symbol on the buses floor. The driver looked at Glog and nodded, he nodded back and in a shimmer of purple light Glog disappeared and shortly reappeared on the street below. A few friends still on the air shuttle waved as it zoomed off disappearing in the clouds.

Glog walked down the street, his head hung low looking at the sidewalk. The green cement passed beneath his feet. When he looked up he had walked two homes past his and backtracked. Standing at the path that lead to the front door Glog just stared at it. Wondering how he was going to convenience his parents to let him go on this trip. The door swung open.
“Glog what are you doing just standing there?”
Glog looked at his mom and gave her a half smile.
What’s the matter son?” His father peaked out from behind his mother.
“Nothing .” Glog shook his head as he walked towards the door.
“I know my son and I know when something is wrong? Is Blok bulling you again?”
“No Mum!” Glog looked up at his Mum, angered that she would bring up that issue in front of his father. “If you must know it’s the trip…I want to go. My friends are going.” Glog walked past his parents and in to the home. Dropping his school bag on the bench he went in to the living room and plopped down on the couch. He heard his mother and father come in behind him.
“Son it is a dangerous trip.” His mother said taking a seat next to him, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “More so now son then when we had the opportunity to take the trip. The humans have become violent. Worse then when I visited the planet.”
“We just don’t want anything to happen to you. They have technology that lets them put junk into space. Like missiles and all these things can hurt and even kill everyone on board. We want to see you have a long happy life. That is all.”
“I get it, but all my friends already have their permission slips signed.”
“Son…” Glog’s father said. “You give me three reasons why you think you should go and I will consider them.”
Glog looked up at his dad. “One, I get to see another planet and learn about it. Two I get to watch another people, how amazing is that Dad to see another species of life? Three, it’s a right of passage, it is a sign that we are moving on to the next lesson, the next step in my life.” Sighed Glog.
Glog’s father looked at his mother. Their eyes met and his lips thinned. He didn’t think his song would have come up with reasons that had so much thought behind them in such little time. He was expecting reasons like his friends were going, or it was cool. The surprise his son gave him was pleasant.
“Is this something that you believe you need to do?”
“Yes“ Da it is.”
“Okay we will sign the permission slip but you must do something for your Mum and I.”
“Anything Da, I’ll do the dishes for…forever. I’ll keep my room clean…anything Da.”
“Well all those reason are good and you should be doing them to begin with. But what I was thinking is this weekend I will take you to Buy Best and we will pick up a planetary phone that you will carry with you on the trip. You must call us when you arrive and check in through out the trip. That is my only stipulation.”
Glog nodded. “Of course I’ll even take pictures and sent them to you.” Glog jumped from the couch and hugged his Mum and Da. “Thank you so much.”
Glog’s Da rubbed the top of his sons head. “Well get your jacket, lets get this phone now and get it set up.”
Glog grabbed his jacket and was at the door before his Da had even put his shoes on.

The End.