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Centipede Damascus

Joined June 2009 and calls Social Entropy++ home.

10 stories, 0 challenges, 72 comments, and 42 friends

I’m from the future, you have to trust me.

Stories

  1. My own holiday.

    The clouds were the dark grey of fresh charcoal. A fine mist filled the air and dampened every outdoor surface. People wore dark, hooded jackets and looked at their feet as they walked. The clouds’ lethargy seemed infectious. I wanted a celebrati...

  2. The moon is a warning.

    He had known better than to go riding under the full moon. His wife had tried to stop him, but he had not listened. The new boots were due the next day, and he feared for his business if they were late. Her face at the window had broken his heart. Two ...

  3. The long road.

    Two men rode on one wagon. One mule pulled it. Behind them, black smoke rose in the air in clouds that made the day into a dim half-night. The man who held the reins called himself Filostrato. In the back of the wagon, a man named Houl lay covered in a...

  4. He wasn't there.

    I heard him, and then I saw him. A black blur across the yard, and he was gone. That fence never did provide much of an obstacle when he really wanted to go. Squirrels, cats, and passing joggers grabbed his attention with an undeniable intensity. I kne...

  5. Steel jaws on pink flesh.

    The gladiators wheeled their massive reptilian steeds about to face each other and raised their lances in mutual salutes. It was fitting, in this ancient sport, to use ancient beasts in such a way. Shining titantium scales covered their steel bodies, a...

  6. The last place you'd expect.

    They never expected to find him here. The museum had seemed like a good place to barricade themselves, with its thick concrete walls and impenetrable vaults. Plus, why would a zombie go to a museum? A shopping mall or airport, sure. Teeming masses of t...

  7. The last, best show.

    The van ran out of gas about a mile from town and they couldn’t spare the fuel to fill it up again. Wearily, they unpacked their luggage and started walking. At least the suitcases had wheels on them. Jack, the leader, walked in front of the othe...

  8. Ain't it grand?

    Ain’t it grand, she said, admiring the fine, smooth synthetic skin. Ain’t it fine, she grinned, showing off the perfectly coiffured silicon hair. Its voice was low and calming as the mouth moved and smiled realisitically. It shook hands wit...

  9. Once I saw a face, part two.

    Their new neighbors, Fred and Lacey had taken some time out of their busy retirement to help out a bit with clearing out the debris. In Lacey’s case, “helping” was sitting at the makeshift kitchen table and educate Sandra on the most ...

  10. Once I saw a face

    The smell hung in the air like an overweight trapeze artist, refusing to go away. As Carl scrubbed the floor, he reflected that the worst part of being on a crime scene clean up crew was how messy crime scenes tended to be. That stain on the wall certa...

Centipede Damascus' Friends (42)

  • Vann Diras
  • lastsyllable
  • orikae
  • Druhim
  • Olivaw
  • Bryar
  • IndieWinter
  • A Dabble of Thelonious
  • Usagi
  • World Forgot
  • Geebs
  • Muse among Myths
  • Hacksaw
  • Robert Q. Thero
  • Meiz
  • vivixenne
  • Lock
  • Ten
  • Filler
  • lostsalient
  • Quetzi
  • hashpipe
  • Shorty
  • Proctagon
  • naporeon
  • these are your nuts, sir
  • SlangSkald
  • Projeck
  • J.M.V.
  • AdorableBlanket

Centipede Damascus' Followers (48)

  • lastsyllable
  • Druhim
  • IndieWinter
  • Kovak
  • Olivaw
  • Soco
  • Robert Q. Thero
  • Vann Diras
  • Usagi
  • Hacksaw
  • Lock
  • Proctagon
  • World Forgot
  • Brian Gefrich
  • A Dabble of Thelonious
  • hashpipe
  • mlvassallo
  • Quetzi
  • lostsalient
  • Muse among Myths
  • naporeon
  • YaYa
  • Goofball Inc
  • SatanicJesus
  • Zoel
  • SlangSkald
  • jesteram
  • MKR
  • Vanilla Bear
  • galin