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The Mechanical Lover
I didn't know much about Sasha before she decided that I was good enough to take home. Her facial structure and symmetry was text book definition of attractive. I assumed perhaps her choosing me, as opposed to a human for mate, was solely companionship.
By Julia Fjeldstad5 years ago in Fiction
Hell's Gate
Hell’s Gate: A Short Story Brian J. Pehrson Night infiltration course, better known as Hell's Gate, my first real test as a Soldier. One hundred and fifty meters of barbed wire, dugout fighting position, hidden artillery simulators, and continuous M60 machine gun bullets flying just feet over our heads. To make it all better we just completed a forced 8-mile ruck march carrying 50lbs of gear and it is 2300 at night. Drill Sergeant Thorpe says that tonight at least one of his 75 privates will die a glorious death on the simulated battlefield by gunfire or explosions if they are lucky. I think he is just full of it though. At least I hope he is full of it. I am not too sure sometimes with him. He always has flashbacks to someplace called Kyrgyzstan fighting an unknown enemy there.
By Brian Pehrson5 years ago in Fiction
Join the Space Force they said….it will be fun they said….
Join the Space Force they said….it will be fun they said…. the training is unparalleled and the opportunities are never ending they said. Lies…. all lies is what Sal was thinking as he piloted the Emergency Escape Vehicle from the exploding ship. “stupid freaking officers…. they should have listened to me, but noooo they knew better.” He mumbled under his breath. “O MY GOD the ship is about to blow up! Hurry Sal! Why re you not flying faster!” yelled First Officer Roger, who used to be the second in command of the Space Force Ship Exploration. You see, the First Officer and Captain should have listened to Sal…they never would have been in this situation. If only they raised their shields.
By Brian Pehrson5 years ago in Fiction
THE SUBURBAN SECRET
Carl was always a little unsure about moving into such a suburban area. All these cookie-cutter houses right next to each other were strange to him. Every yard was neatly manicured with an excessive number of flowers in their yards. All the cars were perfectly clean and the neighbors seemed just a bit too happy and friendly. It was as if none of them had lived in the real world where people can be mean, cruel and Home Owners Associations did not exist to govern the appearance of one’s house and yard.
By Brian Pehrson5 years ago in Fiction
Until the End of the World
If you looked around at the trees and the sunshine, the wind blowing through the grass, you would never know that the world had fallen apart. Flowers still bloomed, birds still sang. Rabbits hopped through the fields. The planet has always been good at healing itself. It was the people that were broken. Humanity had been unable to survive the last virus. We thought we had learned, but it turned out that, with all of history to teach us, we never really learned anything.
By Rebecca Massek5 years ago in Fiction
Intervention
Intervention Chowchow, nicknamed for the cabbage relish he dearly loved, kissed his good luck charm, a silver heart shaped locket that had belonged to his wife, now deceased some seven years. He powered up the shuttle Moonbeam and prepared for liftoff. Whatever his load was, it must be pretty damn important to get him out of bed at midnight, moon time, and pay him triple his normal wage to ferry whatever it was to the space station circling the earth.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Fiction
To Feel Him Loving Me
They modified the brains of the murderers first. That was the basis of the whole idea. If they could rewire people’s brains to feel the emotions of those around them as strongly as they felt their own, if they could feel the terror of their victims, could feel their pain as they hurt them, maybe they would stop.
By Megan Irwin Harlan5 years ago in Fiction
