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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Draconian Sunset" (Conclusion)

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The Nex crashed.

It later turned out that some fundamentalist Earth Firsters had blown the rectenna in Veracruz, claiming that even taking energy from space was a sin. This collapsed every power grid tied into it. From Acapulco to San Francisco, the entire west coast of the United States went black.

For three days Jean Paul and his family became increasingly twitchy and paranoid as they suffered from Simstim withdrawal. The entire world did, really.

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Just Moments Before The End of the Age"

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I must have been walking across campus when it happened.

It was a small bible college on the edge of Appalachia - pretty scenery, naïve girls, stolid minds. I hated the place, and it hated me, it and I were a poor marriage from the moment we’d met, but I’d made my bed and had no choice but to lie, cheat, and steal in it. I’d gone to a bigger, better state school before a nervous breakdown landed me here, the victim of loving parents who felt a Christian environment would be better for me than a secular one, I’d meet a better class of people, I’d get in less trouble, my mental wounds would heal more quickly here.

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Rapture: 1980" by Republibot 3.0

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Since one group of people is predicting the Rapture will happen tomorrow, I thought maybe I should share the lyrics to a song I wrote a couple years ago. I mean no disrespect. This is based on an actual true story that actually happened to me.

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Draconian Sunset" (Part 1)

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Jean Paul Weeks woke up with two girls and eight breasts, duplicates being the fashion of the day. He got up, put in his beard extensions, put on a conservative pair of crotchless leather pants, kissed his wives goodby, and headed off to work. It was a morning like any other.

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Cult of the Undead" (Part 2)

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Level forty-five, ward six, room ten. I rolled out of the elevator. There were flashing lights all over the place, but no guards. They must have figured that since the V-net connection had been cut, they were safe and the intruder was no longer here.

So why was I still here, anyway? I mean, how is it that I was still in the facility when they shut off the link?

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ORIGINAL FICTION: "Cult of the Undead" (Part 1)

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There is no way in hell you people aren’t going to throw the book at me. There’s no way you’re not going to send me up the river, so what’s the point of a trial? Just to pretend that you’re honorable people? You’re not. A sham show of justice? If there were any Justice left here, you’d give me a medal, not try me. It’s all just a kangaroo court, and I don’t care to explain myself to you, so you can just try me in absentia, ok? And then you can just got to hell, ok?

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WHAT I'M DOIN' # 46: Writerly Stuff And Being Bad At Math

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Gah. I'm an idiot.

As some of you know, I've put together an anthology of my original short stories called "Ice Cream and Venom." It's all done with the editing, and aside from needing a bit of technical support from Kindle/Amazon to straighten out a table-of-contents issue, it's ready to go. Once we get that out of the way, it should be online more or less immediately.

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