“Funny, I don’t remember waking up this morning.”
So begins a haunted love story. At the end of the story you find out that the guy poisoned them when they went to bed so they could be together forever. He was afraid that she was going to leave him.
She never was intending to do so. She was actually planning a surprise party for him. But when she realizes that he killed them, he does lose her forever.
I came up with this idea in December of 2011, while reading Juliet Dark’s Demon Lover. I really need to start writing this one. Just this little description makes me want to read it. What about you? —– A little girl watches her friend stolen away by faeries and suffers nightmares from it all her…
Konstantin Feoktistov, a former Soviet cosmonaut, … pointed out that it might be possible someday soon to “download” the entire contents of a human brain into a computer, the way a file on a PC can be transferred onto a floppy disk, and broadcast it to a robot in a remote star system. After a few days or years of exposure to this strange world, the surrogate brain would “fax” its new information back to earth and its original owner.
I tend to write a lot about fear. The following snippet or very short story was written in October 1984 and explores how our own mind can be our worst enemy.
Written June 17, 2004: My Dearest Family, I’m sorry I haven’t written you since I left home, but I’ve been quite busy. Tom and I had a lovely time on our honeymoon in the Asteroid Belt. The many places to see and to eat are fabulous. I was going to write you when we got…
I have this idea for a time travel Christmas story. It is still in the concept formation stages, but I have an opening I’d like to share with you …. Gabriel, the lead character, is obsessed with going back in time to see Christ’s birth in person. When he finally makes it, he discovers something that shatters his faith at first, but over the course of the story regains it with a deeper understanding of God and the Universe.
I came up with this while walking to the Metro station from work. “Stop that, Vermilion. You are digging your claws into my shoulder.” The small dragon shifted its weight, again, upon April’s shoulders. She dipped her tiny head toward April’s ear and made a soft, friendly hissing sound. “That’s OK,” April said. “I know…
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Sounds like a good one, as tragic as it is. A modern tragedy.