In geologic time
I am a speck of anger
Flowing in a garden of glowing roses
Can you come to help me?
I have lost the constellations
That helped guide me home
The North Star is blotted out
By the sulfur and nuclear paradox
The tips of my fingers burn
And this place smells of death
The dying man with no eyes talked to me in an outlandish way. His face was melting, and his eyes were missing, leaving me excited. I couldn’t understand why he was talking to me like that. It was almost as if he was trying to communicate something, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Perhaps he was trying to tell me something about his life, or maybe he was trying to warn me of something. Whatever the reason, his words were astonishing, and his face melted away. His no-eyed gaze seemed to be watching me, and I stared into the colorful kaleidoscope void of his dying face.
He melted into nothingness. His body disintegrated as his essence dissipated into the air, leaving no trace of his existence. He had no control over the process and no way to stop the melting, the breakdown, and the fading of all meaning. His life had ended, and he was powerless to stop it. His body evaporated until nothing was left, and he was gone, leaving no evidence that he had ever been there or that such a man of his caliber had ever walked foot on this jilted planet. All that remained was a memory quickly transferred and uploaded into my skull, which tasted delicious.
Here’s Part 5 of a soft science fiction short story about a society where everyone knows exactly when they’re going to die, and the man who threw chaos into the system. In the previous installment, the government agent Kadar shows his true colors and attacks the narrator. This very short fifth and final part is only about 230 words. Let me know what you think!
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Here’s Part 4 of a soft science fiction short story about a society where everyone knows exactly when they’re going to die, and the man who threw chaos into the system. In the previous installment, the narrator tells us about the emotional and mental toll of being the modern era’s first survivor. This fourth part is about 530 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 minutes. Let me know what you think!
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Here’s Part 2 of a soft science fiction short story about a society where everyone knows exactly when they’re going to die, and the man who threw chaos into the system. In the previous installment, the narrator discovers even the powers of modern science fail sometimes. This second part is about 550 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 minutes. Let me know what you think!
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Here’s Part 1 of a soft science fiction short story about a society where everyone knows exactly when they’re going to die, and the man who threw chaos into the system. This first part is about 590 words and has an estimated reading time of 2.5 minutes. Let me know what you think!
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“Those we love don’t go away; they walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard, but always near, still loved, still missed and very dear.” – Unknown
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Fire falls from the skies
Doomsday is here, we’re ready
Accept bitter ends
Whisper prayers, dream of death
Let go of the final breath
3-1-22 – 10:22 a.m.
I can’t get Russia and Ukraine off my mind. Nightmares of nuclear missiles in the sky. Images of urban warfare. All these journalists saying things will never be the same, the world has forever changed. Perhaps this is so. Impacts are indirect. It’s more the ambient threat and fear. It’s a psychic kind of pain, like a telepathic connection to world suffering.
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Bruised purple sky
Dying in the snow
Blood-dyed ice
I thought you would know
The limits we’d go for you
The comforts we’d forgo
Frost-bitten hands
Fall apart bitterly and slow
Night falls, somberly
The rest of us look up
Forever wandering
We knew this day would come
Something we were pondering
When fires came down furiously
And ghost-walkers were conjuring
Spirits of wartimes
A not-too-distant squandering
Of humanity’s potential
Back to the evils of conquering
