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Original Fiction: Mike & Gaby, by K. Garrison Kellogg

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(Author's note: a few months back, I published a version of this story that I had rewritten from memory, titled Pecan Pie.  I recently found the original version, which I now present here.)


The truck stop had the ambiguous smell of grease, stale sweat, and tobacco in its various forms, some of it hanging in the air, the rest in blotches and lumps on the linoleum-tiled floor, fighting for supremacy with the french fries and chewing gum for the repulsive honor of clinging to the shoes of the graveyard-faced transients shuffling between here and there.


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Original Fiction: The Teleks, by K. Garrison Kellogg

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Somehow, somewhere, someone figured out how to travel in time.  I don't know who it was; I suppose that I could find out, if I wanted to.  But I don't, probably for the same reason why I haven't gone back to see just what really started Time itself.  Some things ought to remain a mystery.

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Original Non-Fiction: An Alien Encounter

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The grey aliens showed up on Sunday.


At first, I thought it was only the one; I heard it before I ever saw it, its weird cry echoing through the woods.  Then I caught sight of it, a small creature, misshapen, indescribably ugly, vaguely reptilian, with large, dark eyes, and  warty protruberances on its pale face.  Strangely, it seemed terrified of me, running away and trying desperately to find a way through the fence that encircled my field.


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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Curse the Darkness" (Part 4)

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(This is part 4 of the story. Part 1 is here, Part 2 is here, and Part 3 is here. The Conclusion will run next Monday.)

 

Lanata, lanata, lanata, lanata, Pari cursed to herself, First time I get a little garabara in a year, so of course the girl’s a homicidal maniac. All the doors to the central shaft were now locked from the cockpit, so there was no easy way to get up there.

 

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Curse the Darkness" (Part 3)

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(This is part three of the story. Part One is here, and Part Two is here) The origin of the earliest fire temples is a subject of much debate, both on historical and theological lines. The earliest Zoroastrian scripture makes no mention of sacred flame whatsoever, so it clearly wasn’t there from the outset. Even so, the earliest fire temples are very ancient indeed, so it’s difficult to know exactly when the practice originated.

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Curse the Darkness" (Part 1)

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The pilot was in the half-empty cafeteria, shoveling down her breakfast. She paused to take a long drag on her cigarette, and saw an intern leading a nervous looking young man in. The intern caught her eye, and she waved him over. The two men threaded their way through the tables. She quickly downed a swig of orange juice, and stood just as they reached her.

“Major Pari Bhatnagar,” the intern said while bowing slightly, “May I present Jal Khambatta; Mister Khabatta, may I present Major Bhatnagar.” She shook the young man’s hand.

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I miss original fiction on the site.

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Not much to talk about today, sorry, but I've been ruminating on the fact that there's really not much Original Fiction on the site anymore (Though what there has been has been - I think - above average).

I sort of miss that. I understand why it doesn't happen all that much anymore: it's a hell of a lot of work, and there's not a lot of payoff, but still, it was nice, right?

To that end, I think I'll start serializing one of my stories next week.

Sincerely,
Kevin Long
(World's greatest living Thurl Ravenscroft impersonator)

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