Amazing what people can do these days. We live in an age of miracles.
Author: Clayton Barnett
Former engineer, current husband and father, layabout Pharmacy Technician, aspiring writer.
Amelia Images
Just shaking the bushes here, Boss.
Playing with idea. Tempus fugit
Amelia, ideas
Just playing with some idea, Boss.
Amelia 3; end
Supposed to be flash fiction, if not a short story. So, time to wrap this up. I know I’ll have to edit the eff out of Amelia 1 as that was written four glasses of wine before my wife just got home, so it’ll go from R to PG. The three parts together, about 2200 words, total, will be a part of our next anthology, AMELIA.
Thanks to Page Zaplendam for help on some of the family bits; been a very long time since I’ve had kids at home.
Continue reading “Amelia 3; end”Amelia – Some Images from the Future
Amelia 2
Another tiny flash fiction about the Current Thing. Being who I am, this bend of the story was kind of inevitable.
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Been awhile. Apologies. I think this will be a BREAKOUT EVENT and I want to be part of it.
Continue reading “Amelia 1”Civil Wars 2,14
Yes, it’s been awhile. Hey, there’s a reason I’m scheduled for an EEG and an MRI. Sucks to get old. I do love it when a doc who weighs 500+ pounds and cannot take time to comb his hair for an office visit has the gall to criticize my lifestyle choices.
This rather abruptly wraps with the Pataskala arc. It was only there, as is mentioned in the last few lines, to show the rebels/terrorists are operating less than 100 miles from the imperium’s official border. Given the nature of these civil wars, there are likely thousands of disaffected inside the border, as well. As we see at the end, Graf is now worried about his family and so they’re headed there, next.
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Apologies again. I died a little, including a trip to the local county hospital ER. Got better; some kind of seizure. Doc who looked all of thirteen wanted to give me valium. I told him to stick it. He was pissed and my wife laughed once he left. “You’re so charming,” she smiled. “I’ve no reason to be.”
So, in reparations for being silent for a week, here’s 1200 words of Graf and Pai’s encounter with Human Supremicists. They seem nice enough but have ideas which just won’t work in a Changed world, and they cannot understand that. Reading over it, it’s a bit confusing as to when Graf is recalling the encounter and when Pai is seeing to him after; it will make more sense when properly formatted into a book.
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Much shorter entry today. I realized yesterday I had screwed up and forgotten something: this book is supposed to be, in large not all, a war diary of Graf’s back to Alix and, for the future, their kids. So, I had to backtrack from what came after the end of this segment and am working it into a letter he writes two days later. Since it starts with, “Pai will have to check this, what with the painkillers I’m on,” we can guess this jaunt to just east of Pataskala, Ohio Province, didn’t go all that smoothly.
In RealLife news, today is election day in most of FUSA. As there was no candidates above the county level, I could consider them all. Anyone running unopposed, I skipped. All attempts to steal more of my money, voted NO. Doesn’t matter, they always pass. There are more people who like their gibs allied to guilty old White people that crap like that passes every time.
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