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Empty J

Joined October 2010.

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Novice maker of fermented beverages. Aspiring writer testing the waters.

Stories

  1. Mayflower: Fallen Branches

    The dead man grasped Pametum’s leggings. Wide eyed, Pametum quickly pulled away, releasing himself from the dead sailor’s grip while simultaneously spinning on his opposite foot. The knife, which had moments before been pointed at the stone...

  2. Mayflower: Fight or Flight

    Pametum took a quick step back, raising his knife and holding it horizontally in a defensive position. The stone man across the deck let out another low grumble and, with some effort, took a lumbering step towards him. His movement was stiff and awkwar...

  3. Mayflower: Stoneface

    Pametum slowly stood from his crouched position, the firmly packed snow beneath his feet further crunching as he rose. His eyes were now locked on to the gray man propped against the railing opposite. The trampled snow at the dead man’s feet was ...

  4. Mayflower: The Gray Men

    Pametum remained crouched next to the nearest dead man, his grip tightening on the bone handle of his hunting knife. Despite the stubborn icy winter winds that blew in from the north, Pametum felt small beads of sweat begin to form in the deep creases ...

  5. Bicycle Built for Drew

    The uppercut was epic. If it had happened in slow motion, the grace of the slender yet toned bicep slicing – nay, tearing – upwards through the air would have blown the panties off of even the most conservative of school librarians. Spittle...

  6. Making the Leap

    Standing at the precipice, the chasm wasn’t nearly as wide as at appeared from a distance, nor as deep. Traversing this should be no problem. He was appropriately geared up – his footing was tightly secured, and although they made his cente...

  7. Federal Exterminator

    I’m just a lowly civil servant, paid measly wages to do the bidding of my employer – the United States Government. More precisely: the Department of Timeline Stability. You haven’t heard of us. Trust me. When I was recruited out of Da...

  8. Blind Fools with Perfect Eyes

    Rich bass lines hammer on my bones Squid arms strangle with love Empty houses make empty homes Two black birds, one lonely dove See what you want in imagery, blind fools with perfect eyes Better science through lazy chemistry, blind faithful seen as wi...

  9. Annoyance with a Capital Z, Part 2

    My first instinct should have been to run away. But for some odd reason, I did the opposite. I think I was just stir crazy after all those days locked away indoors, trying to make sense of the radio broadcasts. I was scared, but I was also pissed. Or m...

  10. Mayflower: Those on Deck

    Pametum scanned with a quick glance and counted – Four, five, six. No, there is another… Seven bodies lay dead on the deck of the ship – perhaps more, he could only see a small portion of the deck. Each body was partially covered in s...

  11. Mayflower: First Visitor

    The canoe glided next to the large wooden ship, the small rippling waves knocking a few floating hunks of ice into the hull with hollow thumps. Pametum looked up at the frosted, weather-beaten structure that towered over his tiny canoe – even sta...

  12. Mayflower: The Approach

    Pametum stood and signaled to Kautonbe and Yespilou, huddled in their winter furs at the foot of a nearby hill. Raising a single hand and gesturing to the sea behind him, Pametum indicated that he was taking the canoe out to the ship anchored in the di...

  13. Mayflower: Winter Silence

    Pametum had been keeping a watchful eye on the large ship ever since it floated into the bay and dropped anchor. It had not moved from that location in many moonfalls. The cold months had come and gone, and the water was beginning to shed its ice. Soon...

  14. Annoyance with a Capital Z: Part 1

    The movies and comic books never gave an accurate portrayal of the zombie apocalypse. When the dead started walking a few months ago, the world immediately began panicking, assuming that the dead would begin eating the living. After all, that was one o...

  15. The Seed in Room 18

    The keys on my belt jangled – not jingled, mind you. Jingling is the bright, cheery sound of fluttering fairies and ice cream trucks. The dozens of heavy steel keys that swayed from my obnoxiously large keyring had a unique sound, akin to tin can...

  16. It Giveth

    “Red foot. White foot,” said the talking tree. “I can’t tell. They’re both so close.” “That’s right,” I answered. I paused – was that actually a question? No it wasn’t, said Little Man. ...

  17. Rain Check

    The tiny scrap of paper had been passed down from generation to generation. My mother seemed to recall her mother telling her that it was over 300 years old. For being so ancient, I marveled at how legible the writing upon the wrinkled, yellowed square...

  18. Makings of a Good Sandwich

    I cannot believe I’m out of mayo. Standing in front of the refrigerator, I pinched my eyes shut in frustration and dropped my chin to my chest, letting out a pathetic sigh. Of all the days. The electricity had been out since last night. In the mo...

  19. (Re)introduction to Sven

    One more time through the year 2010. Unlike some years – 1066 and 1969 spring to mind – 2010 doesn’t get any better with repeated viewings. My name is Sven Thorkinsgalf. I’ve met you before – thrice, actually. But you have...

  20. The Fine Line Between Snob and Connoisseur

    Ian eyed the tap selection – typical Bud/Miller/Coors macro swill – and looked past the bartender and into the small fridge behind the bar. There must be something drinkable in there… Ah, yes. “Can I get a Chimay?” Ian ask...

  21. Photos Not Taken

    It’s the photographs not taken that keep me awake at night, the memories of people and places not yet long forgotten, but quickly heading down that path. My mind recently has been wandering to the home of my grandparents, a place where I spent ma...

  22. Recalled to Earth

    “Captain, we’ve entered synchronous orbit above the Ivory Coast.” The captain, facing away from the helmsman and myself, grasped his hands behind his back. His attention appeared to be focused on the viewport in front of him, but I co...

  23. Pondering a Haircut

    The fire got out of control so quickly – Franklin was still shocked at how little time he had. One minute it was a simple grease fire atop the stove (how clumsy – why didn’t I order out?), but the flames rapidly climbed the cabinets a...

  24. Another Case Closed for Detective Brown

    I heard the outside door get kicked open and I seized up. There was a crash as my desk (or my bookshelf?) was overturned, the thump knocking my framed DiMaggio photo askew on the wall. Seems the riff-raff I was hired to find found me first. At least th...

  25. To: Peter C. Kincaid, Pike County, Ohio

    Baton Rouge, February the 11th, 1861 Dearest Peter - I do hope this letter finds you in good health. I must apologize for the tardiness of my reply considering the turmoil currently underway here in the South (not to mention my current state of affairs...

  26. The Final Thoughts of a Murdered Infant

    I don’t recall when my umbilical was cut; I think it was only a few days ago, when I was born. Not long ago I was safe in the nursery and the only home I had ever known. But now, I am with a stranger being slowly and methodically murdered. I̵...

  27. Unauthorized Biography

    The messenger, dressed in white, approached the throne with his head bowed respectfully. “My Lord, Gabriel has returned.” The bearded man sitting upon the golden throne lifted his head, eyes wide. “Did he bring it? The book? Was he su...

  28. Tiny Janitor, Big Mess

    Thank God she’s gone, and that she took that stupid mutt with her. The crowd was finally starting to disperse as folks wandered back to their homes. They sure trampled the flowers something terrible, but Wendel wasn’t the gardener, so he di...

  29. Malted Prison

    I’m not quite sure how I got here; I think I’ve been asleep for a very long time. Everyone I’ve met feels the same way; it’s like we were put into some sort of suspended animation. How much time had passed? Time – it was a...

  30. Black Hood

    Dang, my neck itches. I bobbed my head left and right, trying to scratch. It would be a lot easier if my hands weren’t tied behind my back. At least that rope was soft – the rope tied tight just below my chin was prickly as all get out. And...

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