Friday, May 7, 2010

(Recommended Reads) "Gold Star Mothers" by P.J. Kaiser

Stewards in crisp white uniforms jogged around the ship's deck, calling on all passengers to gather. Eleanor and her new friend Rebecca, along with the other two hundred and thirty women on board, made their way to the main dining room. Eleanor, recovering from six days of seasickness on the voyage from the United States, shuffled with her arm looped through Rebecca's. The two women formed an instant bond when they met eleven days ago - both from the Midwest, both their sons in the World War. Both had made this journey to the other side of the world, through a bewildering array of trains, ferries, hotels and passenger ships, in order to see with their own eyes the place where their sons were laid to rest...

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(Recommended Reads) "Never Too Old" by Marisa Birns

Ellen Newman did not expect to be stuck in an elevator with her mother. But here they were, somewhere between the third and fourth floors in Aunt Judy's building. Her mother, of course, knew about Ellen's discomfort of being confined in small spaces, so she tried to distract her...

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The Trailer for UNINHABITED makes me glad I never take my wife anywhere

Thursday, May 6, 2010

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety Five

"You might think an invisible monster truck is a bad idea, but how else you gonna run down invisible monsters?"

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety Four

A customer told her she lacked the proper empathy, she told him he could take his dead father to some other funeral home then.

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety Three

While the strip club secretly run by vampires has become a cliche, a day care secretly run by zombies was a surprise to everyone.

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety Two

She had once dated a TS Elliot fan but whenever they made love it ended not with a bang but a whimper.

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety One

At Choe-Je's Home for Wayward Ninjas a small donation can keep a bloodthirsty assassin in katanas and smoke bombs for weeks.

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety

Guns blazing the Shellfish Gang took refuge in a bowling alley where they quickly found themselves pinned down.

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty Nine

It was easy to program the DOUCHEBOT 5000's speech circuits, every question was answered with the reply of "Yeah with your Mom!"

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty Eight

The golden idol was hidden within a trap-laden tomb, so Abner Deggent let the archaeologists go first into each chamber.

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty Seven

The extreme milking contest was canceled when the bungee cord holding the cow broke.

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty Six

Captain Hero had no patience for fad superheros- did anyone even remember the Battling Breakdancer or the Nehru Knight?

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty Five

An unfortunate typo left the world thinking that Abner Deggent was scouring the African jungle for white loins.

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty Four

His daughter was going through puberty. His wife was going through menopause. He was going into witness relocation.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

In The Shadow Of His Nemesis chapter sixty two

In The Shadow Of His Nemesis


Chapter Sixty Two


BY AL BRUNO III




Friday December 3rd 1996




“Sig!” Isobel knocked on the door again, “Sig please let me in. I'm starting to get really worried.”


Worried wasn't the half of it. A day and a half ago Angie had begun to throw up and she had kept throwing up until her stomach was empty, then she found herself unable to hold down even the blandest of food, even a sip of water kept her on the verge of retching. Fever had come next, a fever strong enough to leave her pale and delirious.


Each of them dealt with this in their own way; Zeth and Magwier observed from a distance, Roxanne stayed in her room, Warren wandered the halls of Laurel House with a helpless look on his face, Jack and Hao brought clean sheets and towels. Isobel found herself playing nursemaid while Bodivar offered what medical advice he could but he kept complaining that his knowledge was generations out of date. He suspected that some kind of a virus was at work, that their only option was to let its run its course and hope for the best.


That was the last thing Sig wanted to hear.


Now it was hours later and Sig had locked the door to his room and wouldn’t answer. No one even knew if Angie was dead or alive. Everyone was waiting now, even the phantom windchimes were silent.


Isobel had tried to get Galen involved, if he was a kind of royalty wouldn’t that make Sig more likely to listen to him? But Galen said he couldn’t get involved that he needed to respect Sig's honor.


“Please let me know you’re all right,” Isobel knocked on the door again, “I just want to know that you’re both alright.”


Still no answer. Isobel had already demanded one of Jack’s skeleton keys so she could barge right in but Hao had cautioned “You do that and he’ll go for your throat.”


Would Sig? Would he really? Isobel found it a little hard to imagine, not when the old man always seemed to have a little smile for her and he was so gentle with Angie.


“Please!” She knocked again, everyone else had retreated to their rooms or to the library but Isobel had to try again, there had to be something she could say or do, “I just want to make sure you’re OK.”


Isobel leaned her forehead against the door, she felt sick with possibilities, with what ‘what ifs’.


What if this was more than just a virus? What if there wasn’t anything that could be done? What if it was too late and another one of her friends was already dead?


When she spoke again she wasn’t sure who she was addressing, “I’m scared.”


The lock clicked open but for a moment Isobel was certain she’d imagined it, that her hopeful thinking had gotten the better of her.


The door creaked open, just a few inches, a wave of hot, sick-smelling air assaulted her. The room was dark, Isobel walked inside.


“Close the door behind you,” Sig said.


“Sure,” she did as he asked and stood still waiting for her eyes to adjust. The air smelled more than sick, it smelled of more than puke and shit and sweat, it smelled of deathbed despair.


“Don’t be scared,” he said, “you are not someone I would ever try to hurt. But that isn’t always enough is it?”


The room was starting to resolve itself out of the darkness, she could see him now, crouching beside the bed. Angie was curled up on the bed. She was sleeping, her breaths fevered and miserable.


Isobel began “I can get some clean sheets...”


He shushed her, “There’s time for that later. Watch your step.”


The room was a battlefield; the chairs and bureau had been smashed to pieces, holes had been punched in the walls, the elegant paintings torn from their moorings and snapped out of their frames.


“What happened?”


“I... lost my composure.”


Treading carefully Isobel thought to take Angie’s pulse. Bodivar had taught her how but she wasn’t sure if she remembered.


“The House gives us what we need,” Sig murmured, “food, books, wine and ice cream. All stolen. Stolen from other places.”


“I don’t understand...” Isobel touched Angie’s forehead, she was burning up.


“Galen never told you? The house steals. Even our time here is stolen.”


Is he... Isobel realized, He’s naked! The sight of him wasn't what she imagined, he was thin but folds of loose skin hung here and there hinting at sudden weight loss.


She spoke calmly, “What can I do? What do you need me to do?”


“Bodivar thinks we can wait it out. I don’t think we can. She needs antibiotics.”


“Why do you...”


“She has,” Sig paused, “she has AIDS.”


“AIDS?”


“HIV... AIDS... whatever it is. She needs antibiotics,” Sig reached under the bed and pulled out a worn duffel-bag, “there is a man in town, a pharmacist I do business with. You can trust him.”


“In town?”


He zipped the bad open and dumped thick, bound wads of bills out at Isobel’s feet, “I can’t leave her so I need you to go into town for me.”


“Me?”


“Yes.”


“I don’t think I could find the town.”


“I know but you can ask one of the others to take you there- any of them but Magwier- but I would feel...” Sig paused, “...safer if you were the one there in my place. As a reward you can keep as whatever money is left over, whatever you want.”


“I don’t want your money,” she said, “But why me?”


“Because you’re the only one of us that isn’t tainted,” Sig returned to Angie's bedside, “the rest of are lost already and just waiting for oblivion to claim us.”


“I don't understand.”


“I know,” Sig nodded, “Take the money and leave now. I need some time alone. I will see you before you leave.”


The light of the hallway was dazzling after the murk of the room. She held the duffel-bag of money to her chest, it was bank bound piles of fifties and hundreds, more money than she ever imagined seeing in one place. She walked down the hallway wondering how she should talk to first. Hao? Jack? Her brother? Galen?


“...you’re the only one of us that isn’t tainted...”





A little snafu with IN THE SHADOW OF HIS NEMESIS

Somehow I named chapter 61 chapter 60, it's corrected now but I promise you didn't miss anything.

Sorry folks!

WHAT THE HELL AM I WATCHING?????

Ok GEEKOLOGIE, you have officially broken my brain with this time...


5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty

The Scotsmen all their sheep had been stolen by the English. One said, "They may take our lambs but they'll not take our FREEDOM!"

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Seventy Nine

"I have no problems with necromancy itself" Lorelei said, "but most actual necromancers are just trying to shock their parents."

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Seventy Eight

Despite his successes it pained Captain Hero that he had never developed a catchphrase.

5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred and Seventy Seven

He vowed that as soon as he got off the elevator he was going to take things to the next level.

My semi-regular plea for attention, validation and money.

IN THIS TWILIGHT tales of lost gods and fragile transformations

This collection of 13 stories transports you to a world where both dreams and monsters lurk in the shadows, where love and forgotten rituals fight for control of the human heart, and where the madness of eternity can be glimpsed in a single segmented eye. This anthology collects some of the best stories from Al Bruno III's website and includes the novellas 'Chad's Oracles', 'Fully Vested' and 'The Mask Collector', available for the first time anywhere.

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IN THE MIDNIGHT OF HIS HEART a novel of horror and obsession

To all outward appearances John Sig is just an old man living a quietly in an empty old house. His one pleasure is when he heads down to the local diner and visits with his favorite waitress Angie. When Angie disappears, John sets out to find her. For an ordinary old man that might seem like a foolish idea but John Sig isn't human, he's a monster living in the shadow of a nightmare thirty -five years old.


In The Pit

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Monday, May 3, 2010

The Fries And The Fury part eight

Price Breaks and Heartaches

a journal of retail and failed romance

Chapter Two

The Fries And The Fury

part eight




March came in like a lion, a snowy miserable lion that left everyone feeling grumpy and a little stir crazy. I think I was the most stirred and crazy, especially if I thought about things for too long. I was nineteen, these were supposed to be my prime carousing years- why wasn't I carousing? Why didn't I even know how to carouse? Wasn't this the kind of thing they should have covered in Health Class?


And should I even be using the word 'carousing' in this day and age?


*


“What did you say?” the new guy Norm glared at me from across the steam chute.


I repeated, “I said we should go and hang out. You know carouse a little.”


“Carouse?”


“Yeah... kick up our heels.... make merry...”


The new guy Norm paused thoughtfully and then asked, “Are you hitting on me?”


Thankfully the conversation could go no further because my work station was out of the delicious extruded trans-fat byproduct that Empire Burger insisted counted as cheese. I headed into the walk in cooler to get more and found Natalie crying there.


I think I've mentioned before that Empire Burger had a cooler for perishable items and a freezer for things like burgers, fish patties and dead rats no one wanted to take out to the dumpster. As I became more experienced in the ways of my job I quickly learned that the pleasantly brisk cooler was an excellent place to hide out for a little while and snack on produce while the sound proofed freezer was a great place to either issue one howl of frustrated rage after another or have elicit employee on employee sex. Since I didn't have any attraction to any of my co-workers I was the guy doing most of the screaming. Who was screwing back there? Only the dead rats knew for sure and they weren't telling.


But the important thing is that Natalie was crying, her shoulders were heaving with sobs, her thick glasses were prisming with tears. Now while I may have found her advances unwanted and irritating I still considered her a co-worker and a friend, and even more importantly she was a Doctor Who fan- us Whovians had to stick together.


“Hey,” I asked, “what's wrong?”


“Cyril asked Skippy why I got employee of the month and he didn't,” she explained, “he said it was because I gave great head.”


I was horrified. Is that what you had to do to get Employee of the month around this place?


“You're fooling around with Skippy?” I said, then my voice became a scream, “MY EYELID! LET GO OF MY EYELID!!!!”


She sniffled with rage, “I did no such thing! I would never do something like that.”


“OK... OK... I am sorry I insinuated you would ever give anyone head- AUGH! MY OTHER EYELID! PLEASE STOP!!!!”


And now we were both crying, “Then he was a jerk to say that and you don't have to take it. You should report him to the manager.”


“This is humiliating enough...” she released her grip on me.


“Look, I've been where you've been, I've been sexually harassed,” I explained to her, “it happened at my old job and I never reported it because I was worried what people might say. It left me looking over my shoulder all the time- literally.”

“Really?”


“Really.”


“OK,” she wiped her runny nose on the rag she used for cleaning trays, “I'll tell Mr. Prowse.”


“Good.”


She stood up and hugged me, I stood there, uncertain of what to do.


*


Hugs are not my strong point, yet oddly enough neither are drugs. When someone hugs me in friendship I never know what to do, I never know how to stand or what to do with my arms. I kind of flail and squirm in place. The only exception of course was when I was hugging a girlfriend. I was totally into those, especially because in those days that was the closest I could get my lonely loins next to a fully functional vagina.


But what about Natalie you ask? Well thankfully Mr. Prowse reacted to the news of what had happened with the appropriate level of anger and Skippy was forced to have a private meeting with each employee where he explained he had accidentally made a disparaging remark about an employee and it wasn't true and he apologized. Now these days he just would have been fired for his actions but I think this was the better option because it was infinitely more humiliating for the little bastard.


Then of course we all had to have meetings with a corporate human resources consultant and she reiterated all the rules against sexual harassment that had been outlined in the employee guide that none of us had bothered to read. Once these meetings were over all my female co-workers said they felt empowered and all my male co-workers apologized for any rude remarks they had made in jest. I was vindicated because the Human Resources lady was able to confirm that talking about carousing was not a form of sexual harassment. I was also relieved when my female co-workers assured me I had never made any of them feel uncomfortable or threatened; then I was demoralized when several of them explained that I was so nonthreatening they barely perceived me as a sexual being at all.


It should also be noted that for weeks afterward Cyril, Stuart and the new guy Norm spent hours talking about how hot the lady from human resources had been and the things they would like to do with her alone in the freezer.


But they did it in a very respectful way I assure you.






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Sunday, May 2, 2010

5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred And Fifty One Through One Thousand And Two Hundred

5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty One


He explained that his quest to protect family values drove him to scour the Internet for pornography and save it to his hard drive.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Two


The Reddeath preferred to kill all witnesses, not because he had to but just to keep in practice.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Three


She had a fear of strangers and you couldn't much stranger than Gary.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Four


Her baby took the morning train, which was why the charged her with child abandonment.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Five


It was a battle between superheroes, vampires, pro wrestlers and stage magicians. The air was thick with capes.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Six


He spent hours online searching for spoilers and then complaining online that there was nothing new or surprising at the movies.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Seven


He thought having a computerized scrotum was be awesome but he had frequent testicle difficulties.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Eight


Years later he finally got into his high school sweetheart's pants. She was in the Wal Mart changing room when he stole them.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Nine


Bitter experience taught Karl that in reality naughty nurses didn't do much more than steal your shoes while you were sleeping.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty


"And your instructor in Consonant Only education is Mr. Jhn Smth."



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty One


Abner Deggent wasn't worried when his enemies conspired against him but it was another matter when his ex-wives got together.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty Two


Apple created a special run of products just for Wiccans, that way you could go skyclad with your iPad.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty Three


It wasn't until after he'd hung up the red phone that Commander Infinity realized he'd said "Bye bye." to the President.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty Four


They were a superhero team composed entirely of people with skin disorders. Who watches the Blotchmen?



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty Five


He was a traveling salesman. She was a farmer's daughter. Theirs was a love story that would inspire a generation.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty Six


No one cared that the crimefighter's name was actually Splendidman -his insignia was a complete infringement of copyright.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty Seven


They say that if you can't get what you want, you get what you need but Ray kept getting what he deserved.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty Eight


Online voting was used to update the names of the month for the 21st century. We celebrate this change every 9th of Faptober.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty Nine


"What is that thing where married couples start finishing each other's sentences?" Zeth puzzled, "Ah yes. The Stockholm Syndrome."


5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy


Corporate preferred a 'loose management style' which was just another way of saying 'plausible deniability'.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy One


His deeply held religious views led him to name the tyranosaurus-filled island he was stranded on the Land The Dinosaur Rapture Forgot.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy Two


"My Mom missed my tenth birthday party because somebody brought a rabid burro to a policy meeting," Lorelei said, "childhood huh?"



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy Three


The Mathmagican could turn equations into physical objects, there was nothing worse than having her hit you with a pi in the face.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy Four


The members of the Order of the Hidden Urinal greet each other with something a little more than a secret handshake.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy Five


Megaton Minotaur loved to break things- cars, buildings, superheroes, it didn't matter.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy Six


She said to him, "I'm not a little girl anymore."

And he agreed, "Not with those implants."



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy Seven


He said, "I have no doubt that the Bible is the word of God but I am also sure he had the Devil for an editor. Most writers do."



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy Eight


Adult film stars began to endorse breakfast cereals, it wasn't long before 'Sasha Grey's Frosted Mini Teats' became a best seller.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy Nine


The worst part about suffering the death of a thousand screams was that the executioner kept losing count.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty


It was just her luck that she was eating calamari by the seashore the day dream Cthulhu rose and stormed ashore.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty One


Even though Abner Deggent escaped the two dozen naked men chasing him the flapping sounds would haunt him forever.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty Two


The Maven and Psychotic Kid got into the Crime Countess' hideout with a combination of stealth and well-timed prank phone calls.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty Three


She didn't so much measure her age in years as she did on the relevance of her pop culture references.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty Four


The truth is that cats don't have nine lives, just lots of stunt doubles.


5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty Five


He tried to bring sexy back but he'd lost the receipt.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty Six


Abner Deggent awoke to find his room ablaze but soon he realized he'd gotten an equally scorching case of the crabs in Singapore.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty Seven


Whenever he thought about her he touched himself and since he was a pirate with a hook for a hand injuries were abundant.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty Eight


The Mathmagician knew she had to fight the evil clone of Albert Einstien but she was E=MC scared



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty Nine


Trent never shut up, he was always talking and talking. That's why he had a closed casket funeral and the undertaker went mad.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety


Audra learned that magic was like skipping to the end of a mystery novel to see whodunnit, and most of the time it was you-dunnit.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety One


It wasn't easy get a hold of that much phlegm in so short a time but the neighbor kids never sneaked into his pool at night again.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Two


As she fed the last bits of her husband's body into the shredding gears she said, "Tell me to be more chipper will ya?"



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Three


Ninjas, mobsters and mutated psychopaths stormed the church, this kind of thing always happened when super heroes got married.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Four


He needed to be sure of the future so he dumped tea leaves onto the bumps on his head while he staring into a crystal ball.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Five


The new mission values statement told the employees they were held to the same standards as the CEO, the looting began at dawn.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Six


He died as he lived, smothered under plus-sized models. Lucky bastard.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Seven


The villain said, "They call me Killjoy because I enjoy killing!"


The Maven said, "Are you fucking kidding me?"



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Eight


They tore off each others clothes in the heat of passion. In the morning they saw the light of reason.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand One Hundred and Ninety Nine


He won raves as a dancing spoon and a dancing chair but when it came to being dancing teapot he just couldn't get a handle on it.



5 Second Fiction One Thousand Two Hundred


Even though he had been around for years no one really knew much about Dr. Obscure.