Before you read the story that follows, please take a brief moment to read this message from the Author: I love spies. I love everything about them. The mystery, the drama, the intrigue, shadowy organizations, double lives, plots that topple governments and change the world around us. James Bond, Derek Flint, Matt Helm, John Steed and Ms. Peel, Solid Snake, Nikita, and many more, captured my heart at an early age and never let go. I have been slowly working on a spy yarn, mostly outlines and possible plot threads,…
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The Cataloguers of Time: Polonus Vorstius’ Fiery End – Original Fiction
You may find it extremely beneficial to read this story first the Cataloguers of Time: Fort Phantom Hill There was a special air of excitement at the Smithsonian’s Historical Discovery Unit tonight. For months, their crack team of EOT (Eyes of Time) pilots had been narrowing down the chain of events that led to demise of the 15th century knight, Polonus Vorstius. Sir Vorstius had the extremely dubious distinction of being the first recorded case of Spontaneous Human Combustion in human history. Expectedly, the crew at the HDU were tremendously…
A Very Very Very Very Short Story – Original Fiction
A Very Very Very Very Short Story The First Door Arthur woke up in a darkened room. A narrow sliver of light passed through an apparent door frame across the room. The light was hardly enough illumination to make anything out, and Arthur tried with all of his senses to ascertain the contents of the room. As near as he could tell the room was empty. No furniture or items of any kind. After slowly regaining his wits, Arthur cautiously crawled his way towards the door. He felt his way up the…
Retardo Bruce Willis Mad Libs – Original Short Screenplay
At certain points in time, when my brain won’t wrap around the next portion of what I actually want to write (i.e. my novel that keeps throwing me creative curve-balls), I take a break from trying to squeeze words from the turnip and I turn my attention onto something short and potentially fun to write. It is healthy to give yourself writing challenges frequently, as it promotes fresh thought and it gives you a great reason to keep writing. If you get lucky, sometimes you can even write something that…
Bob Returns a Video Tape to Blockbuster – Original Fiction
Bob Returns a Video Tape to Blockbuster – Original Fiction “It was as humid as hell,” Bob thought gently to himself as he lay horizontally in his recliner, bathed in only his own sweat. The ceiling fan was rocking from side to side in a violent rhythm that made it seem as if it had just snorted a line of coke (not the delicious beverage), but the cool wind generated by these gyrations weren’t enough. Not only was it hot, but the air was filled with the outstanding aroma of…
The Unrefined: A Fodo Finish – Original Fiction
Head count: 8 people in the convenience store. 3 teenage male Caucasians by the soft drink fountain, 2 Latina twenty-somethings at the counter getting ready to buy cigarettes, an older Asian male browsing the snack options, an Arab male assigned to cash register duty, and 1 adult white male by the ice machine. The man guarding the ice box surveys the store one last time, just to be sure before he starts. The Latinas are giggling and making fun of the convenience store clerk in Spanish, believing that he cannot…
BAMF! – the Dead Stacys original song – lyrics
I promised the world a song this week, or at least the lyrics for a song, and I aim to keep my promises. This is actually part of a long term goal/passion project I have been cooking up for years now. It’s a total comic book nerd concept album, which will mix my love for comics with my favorite music types, namely rock, punk, new wave, big band, and pop. It’s like the best of comics meets the best of rock n roll for the Marvel Team Up of the…
The Cataloguers of Time: Fort Phantom Hill – Original Fiction
The Cataloguers of Time: Fort Phantom Hill – A Short Story By: Packy Smith Jarrod flipped a switch on the console in front of him, and a parade of lights and images danced across the machinery and monitors of his workspace. He checked the readings on various devices and made a few input entries into his computer before giving the “thumbs up” to the man on the platform to his left. That man, Mr. Simon, having been given the all clear from downstairs, clapped his hands together and shouted, “hot…
Quit Your Day Job – Original Fiction
Quit Your Day Job – A Short Story By: Packy Smith Jim sat at his desk, despondent, listless, staring at a liquid crystal display that felt more or less the same as he did. They were both stuck in the same place doing a job they didn’t want to do. Jim was uncertain as to what he would like to do, he had so many ideas, but lacked the impetus to see them through. The LCD Monitor did not have this same problem, it wanted to maintain a garden and…
Bob Files His Taxes – Original Fiction
The morning was sultry, or at least that was how Bob felt every time he woke up to see that the height of the teepee in his whitey-tighties was larger than normal. He believed this because he couldn’t be bothered to understand the science behind the phenomenon of nocturnal penile tumescence, or as the dudebros, soccer moms and essentially everyone else called it: morning wood. Bob gleefully giggled in a giddily gregarious and gloriously goofy way for precisely 38 minutes, at which point he woke up, went to the bathroom,…