Apr 29 2017

Z #AtoZChallenge Zeal of Zebras #Fiction #SFF

#AtoZChallenge2017 BadgeZ #AtoZChallenge Zeal of Zebras #Fiction #SFF @JLenniDorner

My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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Z #AtoZChallenge Zeal of Zebras #Fiction #SFF

Zeal of Zebras



Ora shakes her head. I’m leaving. Take his coat and follow me. If you waste time saving the monster’s life, I will send the Homeland Security Mind Task Force to get both of you.

She turns and walks away.

It’s that easy for her.

She’s more powerful than I am. She’s smarter than I am. But she has no heart.

I pick up the legs of my abductor. Cold and hungry, I drag him toward the safe room. Safe, ha, that word has never been so misused.

Maybe Ora is tricking my mind again, because everything goes dark.

I’m in Africa. There’s a zeal of zebras around me. One has a horn of gold and silver twisted together. The zebra unicorn tells me I have to wake up. A lion strolls over and smacks me across the face with his mighty paw.

Anah? Can you hear me?

That’s Mr. Bennett’s voice. He’s not a zebra unicorn. And why would he be in Africa?

Come on, Girlie, time to rise and shine. The lion sounds like the man who abducted me. Why?

Reality crashes in as I wake up. It hurts everywhere. Something is keeping me from moving.

Anah, calm down. I just dressed those wounds. Keep still.

I find Mr. Bennett sitting beside me. He adjusts the blanket I’m wrapped in.

My abductor paces nearby. “Good work on not dying. Bad work on letting Ora out.”

“She wanted me to let you freeze to death.” Did I expect a thanks for saving his life? “Where are we?”

Mr. Bennett shoves a thermometer to my ear. “We’re taking you to your parents.”

I smile. “I’m finally going home?” I take a deep breath, inhaling his cardamom cologne. It feels like I already am home. Journal assignments and staring at his birthmark, my own bed, a hug from mom, and dad’s hot cocoa — that’s what I want most in the world.

“No.” My abductor shakes his head. “You’re the most wanted telepath in the world. The HSMTF has your face up on every screen. There’s a price on your head so high that even I thought about turning you in.”

“Uncle Zahir, please, she’s been through enough.”

“I only said I thought about it,” he waves his hand dismissively. “No point in lying to an Eve Nine, is there?”

I look back and forth between the two of them. They look alike in most ways. How did I not notice that before? Is that part of the Umwelt theory? I didn’t see the similarities in appearance between my favorite person and my abductor because my reality was one is good and one is evil?

“We’re going to a safe place. It’s a Zoroastrianism worship site with telepathic shielding. Hopefully, she won’t find us there. I’m sorry, Anah.” Mr. Bennett looks away.

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Did you enjoy the month-long story?



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by J Lenni Dorner
Reference and Speculative Fiction Author
A to Z Challenge Co-Host
Operation Awesome Debut Author Spotlight Organizer
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#boutofbooks 19 is in May 2017 Z #AtoZChallenge Zeal of Zebras #Fiction #SFF

Apr 28 2017

Y #AtoZChallenge Your Point is Moot #Fiction #SFF

#AtoZChallenge2017 BadgeY #AtoZChallenge Your Point is Moot #Fiction #SFF @JLenniDorner

My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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Your Point is Moot



I didn’t knock him out to exact revenge. I did it so we could be free.

Ora motions to the artic area of the cave. And now we’re both out of the room with the impossible door. What was the next part of your plan?

I blow on my fingers as I jog slowly in place. I didn’t think that far. Letting a man freeze to death wasn’t on the agenda.

Okay. I’m giving you leeway here. Instead of ordering you to take his coat, I’m letting it be your choice. But to prove that your point is moot, I could kill him now. You’d take the coat off a dead man, right? To save your life, I mean.

What kind of little girl is this?

Don’t kill him! I kneel down to remove his coat. His body moves, up and down, with his every breath. I tell myself that he’s evil. This is the guy who kidnapped two children.

But he thought he had a good reason.

Ora, I can’t do it. I can’t let him freeze. Please, help me drag him down to the room where we were held. Then I can take his coat. No one has to die.

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moot not mute Y #AtoZChallenge Your Point is Moot #Fiction #SFF

If you had the power to ask one question one time and have it answered honestly, what would you ask and to who?



For BONUS CONTENT, check out the JOURNAL OF ANAH post.





by J Lenni Dorner
Reference and Speculative Fiction Author
A to Z Challenge Co-Host
Operation Awesome Debut Author Spotlight Organizer
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Y #AtoZChallenge Your Point is Moot #Fiction #SFF

Apr 28 2017

May the Forth be With these Goals

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April and November are my busiest months of the year. That held true this month. In addition to the challenge of the A to Z blogging challenge (see what I did there?), I also dealt with several Internet outages and a small personal matter. (Mean people suck. That’s all I’m saying on this.) Overall though, the month went well. I even entered two writing events!



The MAIN LIFE GOALS:

  • Publish two decent-selling book series (speculative fiction)
  • Survive at least another 38 years
  • There’s also the Bucket List.



2017 Resolution:

  • This year I resolve to finish at least one of my big writing projects.



2017 Goals:

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  • Finish a big writing project
  • Keep Supporting Diverse Books
  • Be part of 5 blog hops/fests 3 down!
  • Keep rocking the Debut Author Spotlight at Operation Awesome
  • Contribute more to the #atozchallenge Co-Hosted!Mischief Managed because @JLenniDorner accomplished this goal

#atozchallenge A2Z BADGE 2017

 


2017 Reading challenges
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Goals for May:

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Review of Goals for April:


#atozchallenge A2Z BADGE 2017 Mischief Managed because @JLenniDorner accomplished this goal


  • Leave comments on A to Z blogs for at least 2 hours a day Mischief Managed because @JLenniDorner accomplished this goal
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Apr 27 2017

X #AtoZChallenge eXact Revenge #Fiction #SFF

#AtoZChallenge2017 BadgeX #AtoZChallenge eXact Revenge #Fiction #SFF @JLenniDorner

My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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eXact Revenge



“An election? What?” I ask through a mouthful of taco. “I thought you wanted your mommy. We were scared and alone in the dark an hour ago.”

Maybe I’ve passed out and this is a dream. Maybe I’m dying and this is a hallucination.

“Drama queen,” Ora says as she puts her empty mug down. “Give me that coat.”

I shake my head. “I don’t understand.”

She growls at me. An actual snarl, like an angered dog. I’m an Eve Ten. The powers of my mind are unmatched. I know because I’ve copied the knowledge of everyone I’ve ever met. The only thing I wasn’t capable of was getting that door open. She motions to the exit.

My godfather, who I picked myself because my idiot parents planned to leave me to my useless Aunt when they die, he promised I’d never have to eat tacos again if I got him elected to mayor in two years. I told him to think bigger. He asked if I could get him into the Senate. She laughs as she shakes her head. He’ll understand soon. So will you. Now… “Give me that coat.”

I find myself pulling off the heavy jacket and even helping her put it on. Her hair is soft and clean, I notice. I’m a dirty, starving mess. She let me think it was far worse down here. Looking around, I realize that this is probably an abandoned bomb shelter of a wealthy family.

“Was I even chained? You couldn’t fake that, could you? Would you?”

She heads to the exit. “That’s one thing I wish others understood about me. I come first. All the knowledge I’ve copied has shown me that people who put themselves first live longer and do better.”

“That isn’t true.” I follow her. The cold air hits, striking through my skin straight into my bones.

“It is. You proved it.” She points to the body of our abductor, passed out on the cave floor. You chose to exact revenge on him for kidnapping you. Take his coat and follow me.

He’ll freeze to death!

The blank look she gives me sends a stunning chill, one worse than this bitter cold, down my spine.

One of you is going to live. Take his coat and join me, Eve Nine.

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Exact not Extract X #AtoZChallenge eXact Revenge #Fiction #SFF

What’s one thing you wish others understood about you?



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by J Lenni Dorner
Reference and Speculative Fiction Author
A to Z Challenge Co-Host
Operation Awesome Debut Author Spotlight Organizer
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Apr 26 2017

W #AtoZChallenge Wreak Havoc #Fiction #SFF

#AtoZChallenge2017 BadgeW #AtoZChallenge Wreak Havoc #Fiction #SFF @JLenniDorner

My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

Oppression message in W #AtoZChallenge Wreak Havoc #Fiction #SFF

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Wreak Havoc



“It isn’t brainwashing. It’s presenting a world that could be real so as to transform our reality, and then it will become real.” I feel a fog lift from my mind. The effects of Ora’s power dampening are mostly worn off. “I’ll start there. If that’s not enough, I’ll figure out something else.”

“Will you now?” He’s still acting as if everything I say is comedic.

“Yes, I will. Oppression is bad enough. I will not allow child telepaths to be abducted and caged on my watch. Ora and I are going home.”

I flex my fingers. His eyes are wide as the pain hits. His body shakes from the shocks. I’m far more powerful than his stun gun. Seconds later, he’s unconscious. Keys, keys, keys, I think to myself as I rummage through his pockets. Once they’re in hand, I rush down to the area where Ora is being held hostage. Black spots swam in my vision as I haul the heavy doors open in my starved state.

“Anah? Why isn’t the monster with you?”

“You’re safe now. I took care of him. Let me just find the lock on your chain.” I feel around in the dark.

“So you are going to set me free?”

“Of course.”

An old, dull, yellow light flicks on. “This might help.”

“You could turn that on the whole time we were trapped down here?” She shrugs at my question. Now that I can see her I know she is the girl from the news report.

I look around for the lock to her chain. There isn’t one. In fact, there’s no chain. She’s standing between a taco buffet table and a hot cocoa bar. “Is this a mirage? Ora, I need to be able to see what’s real so I can get you out.”

She laughs. “The door is open, and you said you’d set me free. I can handle the rest on my own.”

The taco table looks so real. I can’t help myself. “I know this is just my imagination, but,” I walk over and fix myself a hard shell with everything. Juices from the meat and tomato run down my chin as I savor a bite. “I’d think this was real if I didn’t know better.”

“It is real.” She pours herself a hot cocoa and adds marshmallows. “He’s a monster, but he didn’t want me to starve. Then again, tacos,” she fakes a gagging sound. “Starvation was probably a better option. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to wreak havoc and wreck an election.”

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The word is wreak, not wreck. Enjoy the song for an audio of the correct phrase.

What’s your favorite hot drink? (Recipe link welcome.)



by J Lenni Dorner
Reference and Speculative Fiction Author
A to Z Challenge Co-Host
Operation Awesome Debut Author Spotlight Organizer
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W #AtoZChallenge Wreak Havoc #Fiction #SFF

For BONUS CONTENT, check out the JOURNAL OF ANAH post.

Apr 26 2017

#storytimebloghop Journal Of Anah #fiction #sff

BONUS CONTENT!

The following is for the #storytimebloghop. Anah mentioned (in the U post) that she wrote a journal entry about something that never happened. That entry is the flash fiction post below. Enjoy.

Storytime blog hop

Story title: Journal of Anah


Author: J Lenni Dorner



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This never happened.

What I know about physics strongly suggests that this couldn’t be real.

That didn’t stop me from building the machine. It wasn’t my idea, exactly. Being an advanced telepath, an Eve Nine to be precise, I hear a lot. One voice wasn’t from someone nearby, or someone I met before. The speaker was not of my world. She was building a machine to travel through time and dimensions. There had to be others for this to work.

We needed these machines.

The parts were mostly easy to find. Like ninety-eight percent of the people of her world, she’s wheelchair bound, so accommodations had to be made. Getting parts to make it accessible proved harder for me than for her.

She talked about a rock behind a door. For her, this was the hardest part of the build. It’s a crucial element to power the machine. It has to be dug up.

Why would a rock that needs to be dug up be behind a door? I thought there might be an easier way. I checked online but, despite hours of searching, I found no such rock. Grudgingly, I went to the place she mentioned. There were no ramps or railings leading into the old dump on my world.

The stench knotted my nose hairs. The sun burnt my skin through my shirt. I wished, with each heavy shovel load of debris, that I never heard her voice. On the second day of digging, it rained. I sloshed around in the mud. Decaying trash latched onto my hair. Worms crawled inside my clothing. A broken doll called for its mother in a voice that became creepier as each hour wore on.

It was the third day, just after I finished lunch, that something happened. I know, because I debated taking the empty wrapper of my curried egg salad sandwich home to throw away. “Idiot,” I called myself as I remembered I was in a hole in an old trash dump. Throwing a wrapper on the ground here isn’t littering! I drove my shovel into the dirt. It hit something. The vibration moved through the tool, into my arms, and attacked my shoulders. I yelled at the dirt. Suppose this doesn’t work at all and I’ve wasted my resources on this stupid project! I can’t even use it for a college essay one day.

Dear University,

I spent three months building a machine to travel through time and dimensions. A voice in my head told me how. Please let me attend your school to study physics.


Sincerely yours,

The totally NOT crazy Anah

As I pulled my shovel back, a seal broke open. Once the dust cleared, I was able to see a metal door. I turned the hatch wheel. With all the rust and dirt, I expected it to be a difficult task. Instead, it spun with ease, and the thick door sprung open.

It was as if it wanted to be found.

The rock sat inside on a simple wooden pedestal. The room was the size of classic VW Beetle. It had no markings, no paint, no lights, nothing of note at all. I snatched up the rock, closed the door, and went home.

After a shower and change of clothes, I went to my machine and inserted the rock.

The door of the machine slid open, shut, and then open again. I stepped inside. What happened next is not to be described, but the point is, the machine worked. I returned home later with a plan.

Mr. Bennett drove me home after school the next day, as he has been ever since my dad asked. I pretended my hair was caught on the motorcycle helmet he lent me. The cardamom cologne of my ninth grade English teacher filled the room as he followed me inside. Of course he marveled at my machine! “Join me inside,” I said. Then it was only a matter of button presses.

We stepped out to another time and world. Here our ages were the same, ten more years for me and ten less for him. Our clothing had changed, too. I wore a high collar dress with a bustle backside. He had a pinstripe suit and a pocket watch. We both sported amazing hats. I simply adore hats. That’s why I picked this place. The hats. And now, with him here, it’s perfect.

Anah? What’s going on?

We’re the only two telepaths on this world. Here, we are equals, so it doesn’t matter that your telepathic powers are only an Eve Two level. And here, we are the same age. The person who built this machine in this place wanted to leave.

How do you know? I love how easily his mind reaches out to mine. The link we share is undeniable. He’ll see that now.

I spoke with her. With all of them. Across dimensions and throughout time, there is always a version of me. This version, the one who lived here, didn’t have you. She must have been terribly lonely. Just as I was before meeting you. We can be together now.

He shook his head. “Anah,” he rubbed the birthmark behind his left ear, “take us back.”

No. There are other worlds and other times if you don’t like this one. There’s a wheelchair world with the smartest Anah of us all. Want to meet her?

I don’t want you to miss ten years of your life for me.

He pulled me against him with one arm. A tiny laugh escaped as he touched the brim of my hat. “One kiss. One kiss, and then we go back, and we’ll say this never happened.”

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#storytimebloghop Journal Of Anah #fiction #sff @JLenniDorner

*Reminder/ disclaimer =
This story is a (fictional) journal entry, as written by the 15-year-old character based on the prompt she was given. I do not encourage, suggest, or support the ending, were it a reality. However, in the safe pages of a journal, people do sometimes write a fantasy about someone they can never actually be with (unless a few celebrities and I have … well, never you mind).

Visit the others in this bloghop by clicking below!

Secret by J. Q. Rose

Journal of Anah by J Lenni Dorner You are here

The Vineyard at Mar Mozambique by Karen Lynn

Stealing Space by Barbara Lund

The Day I was Clever by Katharina Gerlach

Never kid a kidder by Angela Wooldridge

The Color Of… by Chris Makowski

Nightmare by Erica Damon

Pick Up Lines by Bill Bush

The Scorpius Gate by Sandra Fikes

V is for Vortex by Elizabeth McCleary

Deep Dive by Juneta Key

Bugs by Gina Fabio

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Apr 25 2017

V #AtoZChallenge Viable Alternative #Fiction #SFF

#AtoZChallenge2017 BadgeV #AtoZChallenge Viable Alternative #Fiction #SFF @JLenniDorner

My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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Viable Alternative

“The fact is, being around that little girl is dangerous. The depths of this cave and the doors that keep it sealed are dampening her powers. When she’s more mature, perhaps then she can rejoin the world. Of course, with that darkness, she’ll be blind by then. Maybe that’ll help.”

“What kind of monster are you? Ora can’t be left alone down there. She should be at home, with her family, being taught right from wrong. You can’t just lock her up and hope for the best.”

“I can, and I have.”

“That’s foolish. Yes, she’s different. Yes, what makes her different also makes her dangerous to our way of life. But she deserves to be free.” I drag myself upright.

“Her parents are revolutionaries. They want to breed the non-telepaths out. Have you heard of Eve Only?”

I shake my head. “There has to be a way to co-exist. Some viable alternative.”

“Well it wouldn’t be an alternative if it wasn’t viable, now would it? My great nephew not teach you the meaning of words?”

“Mr. Bennett taught me about the concept of the Umwelt. People accept the reality which they are presented. So we present them with a world of Eve and non-Eve people living in harmony. If Ora can do what you claim, planting false memories in everyones minds, then we use that.”

He slaps his knee as he laughs. The sound rumbles off the cave walls. “More exposure of our kind? That’s your suggestion?”

“Better than forcing a child to grow up in a dark cave.”

“I’ve always wondered if someone like us would attempt world brainwashing.”

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What have you always wondered?



by J Lenni Dorner
Reference and Speculative Fiction Author
A to Z Challenge Co-Host
Operation Awesome Debut Author Spotlight Organizer
Operation Awesome Debut Author Spotlight Organizer @JLenniDornerFollow @JLenniDorner on Twitter please WhatAreThey on Facebook pages Networked Blog @JLenniDorner Linky Followers @JLenniDorner Bloglovin


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Storytime blog hop

V #AtoZChallenge Viable Alternative #Fiction #SFF

Apr 24 2017

U #AtoZChallenge Curl Up in the Fetal Position #Fiction #SFF

#AtoZChallenge2017 BadgeU #AtoZChallenge Curl up in the fetal position #Fiction #SFF  @JLenniDorner

My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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Curl Up in the Fetal Position



“Ora is a child, not a problem.” He laughs at my statement. “Of course you’d find that funny. You abduct children.”

I finish my drink and snuggle into the coat. He wasn’t kidding about freezing to death. “What’s going to happen now?”

“Maybe I’ll send you back in there. She stopped throwing herself against the wall when I added you.”

“Throwing herself… right. I saw her memories.” I move to stand behind my folding chair.

“She can create false memories. Her own, yours, anyone is subject to it. Ora is the reason the Homeland Security Task Force exists. She wanted to make her neighbor go away. Now he lives in constant fear.”

A tantrum. That can’t be true. “You’re making that up.”

“Am I? Does my great nephew seem happy to you? Unafraid?”

“How should I know?”

Images of Mr. Bennett pop into my mind. Him with moving boxes, him being interviewed for the English teacher job at my school, him crying while alone in the dark.

“I keep tabs on my family, even if they don’t want me to, or don’t know that I do.”

Thinking about Mr. Bennett being related to this guy twists my empty stomach into knots. He projects another memory into my mind. It’s my English class, as seen through binoculars peering into the window. I remember the day. We were supposed to write a journal entry about something that didn’t happen. It was an assignment I didn’t do in class. I just sat there, drawing circles. But I did write it… later, at home, in an old notebook. The entry was too embarrassing to share, especially with Mr. Bennett. I’d be utterly humiliated if he ever read it.

Is my abductor going to make me chose between Ora and Mr. Bennett? I curl up in the fetal position.

U #AtoZChallenge Curl up in the fetal position #Fiction #SFF

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Have you ever written a journal entry about something that didn’t happen?



by J Lenni Dorner
Reference and Speculative Fiction Author
A to Z Challenge Co-Host
Operation Awesome Debut Author Spotlight Organizer
Operation Awesome Debut Author Spotlight Organizer @JLenniDornerFollow @JLenniDorner on Twitter please WhatAreThey on Facebook pages Networked Blog @JLenniDorner Linky Followers @JLenniDorner Bloglovin


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COMING SOON!




Storytime blog hop




U #AtoZChallenge Curl up in the fetal position #Fiction #SFF

Apr 23 2017

T #AtoZChallenge You’ve Got Another Think Coming #Fiction #SFF

#AtoZChallenge2017 BadgeT #AtoZChallenge You’ve Got Another Think Coming #Fiction #SFF @JLenniDorner

My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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You’ve Got Another Think Coming



How old are you?

He laughs again. This guy must be hard up for entertainment. “Hard to guess, isn’t it?”

I chug my drink, half the bottle down my throat before I speak. “You look about the same age as my dad. But you don’t.” I look at my drink. That red liquid. “Are you a vampire? Is that why we’re in a cave? Oh sweet Gorgonzola, this is why you’ve been starving us! I ate garlic the day you kidnapped me.”

Help! I’ve been taken by a vampire, and he’s about to feed on me!

“Really?” He pulls two folding chairs out, sliding one across the cave floor to me. “First, I’m the only one who can hear you right now. Ora might be able to as well, I don’t know. She’s an unstable mess.”

He unfolds his chair and eases into it. There’s still plenty of strength in those ample muscles, but his joints slow him like a grandparent. I could use that. One good kick to his knees.

“Second was going to be assuring you that I’m not a vampire. But maybe telling you that kicking my knees isn’t going to help you needs to be mentioned sooner.”

Cheddar! I can’t block him from my mind. “If I’m a higher Eve than you, why are you more powerful than me? And don’t say it’s age because I know better.”

“Smart girl.” He reaches to the cooler beside him and pulls out another bottle. Most of it vanishes in one chug. “This is why I had to take you. I needed an Eve Nine to test my theory. But you’re a pathetic lump of what you ought to be by now. If you don’t think I’m disappointed by that, you’ve got another think coming.”

He finishes off his bottle. “The HSMTF doesn’t know about you yet. I’ve been keeping an eye on Emmett Bradshaw, or rather, been keeping part of my mind on him. See, I’m an ENTJ type. A real go getter. Snuffing out problems before they exist has been my way for generations. Ora is a problem.”

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Story by J Lenni Dorner
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Apr 21 2017

S #AtoZChallenge Scot Free #Fiction #SFF

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My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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Scot Free

I pull the heavy coat on as a gust of wind whips me. As my eyes adjust to the lights, I see I was right about my location. This is a cave. Long, orange extension cords run along one wall, powering the light in this room. There’s a heavy, metal door that is now blocking the direction from which we came.

“The Homeland Security Mind Task Force isn’t going to get off scot free. Ora and I have rights.”

He laughs. “Those rights are for Americans.” He’s behind the light, in the shadow. I see a hand, large and somewhat wrinkled, reach for a white box. It’s a small cooler. He pulls out another bottle of that wonderful beverage and offers it to me. I reach down and take it, fumbling with the cap.

Only humans can be protected by the American rights you’re talking about. Maybe a few animals. Our kind has been reclassified. A dying tree in Oregon has more rights than you do.

He pictures an actual tree. A memory goes along with it, some protest about the tree being old and special.

That’s not what stops me cold; the open bottle held close enough for the dead skin of my lips to catch on the tamper evident band. I heard him. In my head, I heard him. And I see his thoughts, his memory.

“You’re…” You are like me. Like us. You’re one of us! You’re one of us?

Born and bred. An Eve Eight. The most powerful among us, until you two came along. When people pictured God, I’m what they saw.

He steps into the light.

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Describe, in just a few words, what you picture when you picture God.
(*Belief is not relevant to this comment suggestion. There are people who do not believe in unicorns, yet can picture a horse-like creature with a horn growing from the head.)



by J Lenni Dorner
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Apr 20 2017

R #AtoZChallenge Regardless #Fiction #SFF

#AtoZChallenge2017 Badge#AtoZChallenge Regardless #Fiction #SFF @JLenniDorner

My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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Regardless

I hear a clunking sound in the distance. Ora snaps upright.

He’s coming, he’s coming, he’s coming.

Her chain scrapes the floor.

I lick my chapped lips, trying to wet them, but it’s like sandpaper on grit. My stomach audibly complains as I stand up, my fingers grabbing at the cold, uneven wall for support. I focus on the spot in my head.

It was so clear before. The shocks, the power to tap into the electrochemical properties of someone’s nervous system, I knew how to use it just moments ago.

Ora. Ora! Answer me! I pound my fist against the wall. “Ora! Don’t pretend you can’t hear me.”

A small red spotlight enters the room. It bounces as it moves along the floor.

“She can hear you, but you can’t hear her.” The voice of my captor fills the air. He sounds amused. “You’ve been down here for days. Haven’t been able to call for help yet though, have you?”

The light shines on my wrist a second before he grabs it. Cool, hard plastic with a crunchy label presses to my palm. A red liquid sloshes inside the familiar container. I spot the triple X’s of the açai-blueberry-pomegranate beverage.

“Drink it.” He releases my wrist. “Or don’t.” The red light moves, now illuminating Ora. She’s on the floor, arms wrapped around her legs, rocking back and forth. He chucks the bottle at her. She cries as it bounces off her arm.

I clutch my head, my own bottle crashing to the floor. Sounds, horrible, terrible sounds… it’s like my brain is being ripped out through my ears.

Regardless of your goal, girlie, you’re only hurting your playmate.” He laughs as he shines the light on me. “Eve Nine. Pathetic!”

I can barely make his words out. The room starts to spin. I beg for the sounds to stop.

Then I feel the chain come off my leg. He grabs me around the middle and hauls me away.

Light burns my eyes, goosebumps cover my flesh, but at least it’s quiet again. A heavy coat is thrust at me.

“Suit up or die freezing.”

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Why are you wearing whatever you’re wearing right now?



by J Lenni Dorner
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Apr 19 2017

Q #AtoZChallenge Quote Quotation #Fiction #SFF

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My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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Ora falls asleep, but not for long. Or maybe it is a long time, and I don’t know. This is the trouble with uninterrupted darkness — it’s impossible to tell how much time has passed.

We’re both hungry. Her more than me, since she’s been here longer. That’s why I don’t complain, because I know everything here is worse for her. That, and it would do me no good. No one else is listening. We are alone in this darkness.

Makes the ending of that song a ridiculous choice. Whatever. It’s my favorite band, and I’m not singing Itsy Bitsy Spider. There might actually be spiders in here. Too bad there’s no water spout or rain. If this is the work of the HSMTF, they’ve got to be breaking laws by treating us this way.

I need to keep my mind off of the problems that I cannot solve. What’s that quote on the embroidery my mom made? Something about accepting what I cannot change, changing what I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. I’ve felt around in the darkness for any possible escape method or even a way to get out of this chain. Nothing. Does that mean that being here is something I cannot change? It certainly feels that way.

“Anah?”

“Yeah?”

“I need to go home.”

“Me too, Ora. Me too.” I hold her as best as I can, given our restraints. Crying will dehydrate her more. I have to think of a distraction. “How about if we write a letter to a fictional character? You said you like Alice in Wonderland. What would you write to Alice?”

She’s quiet for a little, though I hear her thoughts.

“I would rather write to the Cheshire Cat. He might think of a way out of here.”

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To which fictional character would you write a letter?


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Apr 18 2017

P #AtoZChallenge Hunger Pangs #Fiction #SFF #WEPFF

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My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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Hunger Pangs

Ora huffs as she scoots away from me. “It’s rude to scream while someone is talking. Are you a bad person?”

“No, I’m not.” Is she a telepath? Is this why we’re both here?

“Why did you ask me about my favorite book if you didn’t want to know?”

I check my chain and find no weakness. It’s secured with a bolt thicker than my finger. Can you hear what other people are thinking?

Ora doesn’t answer at first. I hear her move, her chains jingle as she repositions. “I’m not supposed to talk about that.”

Can you think about it?

I’m privy to memories playing in her head. Adults tell her how dangerous it is for people to know what she can do. I’ve heard the same lectures.

Ora, have you called out to those grown-ups?

“No one can hear me anymore. The bad man took my gift.” I relive more memories with her. Every strike, the click of lock on her chain, her hair being pulled, the first time she wet herself, and the time passing alone in the dark.

I’m going to be very loud. Maybe louder than anyone you’ve ever heard in your head. Don’t be afraid, okay? She agrees, but I feel her fear intensify. I dial up my internal volume. My every breath vibrates my whole body. It’s like standing in front of a massive speaker at a rock concert. I scream for help in my mind. I scream the name of every telepath I know, and a few who I’ve only heard of in passing. Ora cries and stomps her feet.

Sorry, sorry. My inner volume dialed back down, I slide as near to her as I can. She rolls against me. I stroke her hair as she cries.

They can’t hear you, either, can they? He took your power.

I close off my mind while I think. I know I still have my powers because I can hear her. This is all new to me, being blocked from the world. What are my options?

My thoughts are interrupted by growling gurgles. Ora apologizes for the sound of her hunger pangs.

“When did you last have something to eat or drink?”

She cries. The darkness makes time imperceivable.

If I had the courage, I would chew off my leg to break us out of here. Would that work? I don’t even know where here is, who the abductor is, or why we’ve been taken. Is this the work of the Homeland Security Mind Task Force?

“Would you sing to me?”

I brush her hair with my fingers as I sing a Bikinis for Eskimos song.

tinyDove

So little love
they’ve not taken away.
My need for peace,
it grows more with each day.
Please tell my heart it will be okay.
This fight will end,
and we’ll see again,
that every wish wasn’t wasted away.

There’s so much more
than fighting these wars.
Please understand that we are the same.
Our goals are yours.
Just with different names.
Understanding
is what we need.
Then more peace and harmony.
You give more love,
and I’ll give it too.
This world is made
for me and for you

So little love
they’ve not taken away.
But with more peace
we’ll grow stronger each day.
Then our hearts, they’ll be okay.
We’ll end their fight.
We’ll do what’s right.

We are the light.
We are the light.
We are the light!
We are the light!
We
ARE
the
LIGHT!

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Word Count (of the song only) : 149 FCA
Yes, that song is by me. That’s my fictional band in another story.
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A pang is a feeling of emotional or physical pain, and is the correct term to use for describing hunger. It is a pain, but there is technically more going on in the body, and that is why pang is more accurate.



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Apr 17 2017

O #AtoZChallenge One and the Same #Fiction #SFF

#AtoZChallenge2017 BadgeO #AtoZChallenge One and the Same #Fiction #SFF @JLenniDorner

My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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One and the Same

Jolts of electricity stream through my body. It’s far worse than any scolding my mom has ever done. The pain is the difference between stubbing a toe and stepping on a land mine. I’m helpless as my attacker shoves me into the back of a van. He throws my bag at me. It lands on my gut, sending another wave of pain through me.

HELP! I’M BEING ABDUCTED! I scream from my mind. My parents, Mr. Bennett, and a few others hear me. They ask questions all at the same time, making it impossible to understand anything. Before I can answer, there’s a pinch on my arm. I spot the needle.

And for good measure, I hear my attacker think, then my head throbs as the world goes black.

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Don’t be dead, don’t be dead, don’t be dead…

I wake up to the sound of a child’s whimper and repeated thought.

Don’t be dead, don’t be dead, don’t be dead…

“I’m not dead.” I try to sit up. Everything hurts. My eyes aren’t adjusting to the darkness. “Where are we? Why is it so dark?”

She cries, but it’s muffled. Her thoughts switch to hopes that I won’t hurt her.

I feel around in the dark. There’s a chain secured to my right leg, but the rest of my limbs are free. The floor under me is cold, hard, and uneven. The wall is the same. Maybe this is a cave? My clothing seems to be all in place, though the front pocket where my phone lives has been turned out.

“My name is Anah. What’s your’s?”

I remember, back when I was three or four, when my parents and I still lived in Arizona, there was a neighborhood Easter egg hunt. I found the last egg. Out under the desert heat, the hard-boiled egg was probably unsafe to eat. But I was too young to think about that. So, when my parents were distracted, I cracked it open and took a big bite. The graying yolk coated my mouth. I cried. Not amount of juice could get rid of that taste.

Right now, I wish the flavor in my mouth was only as bad as that rancid egg.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Listening to her thoughts is breaking my heart. “I’m chained up. Are you?”

“It hurts,” she cries.

Crawling in the dark, I make my way to her. I stretch as far as the chain will let me go. Just enough to reach her elbow. I scream in my mind, asking if my parents can hear me.

“Hey, we’re going to be okay. Tell me your name.” If she’d even think her name, I could work with that.

“Ora. I want my mommy.” She thinks about the bad man. In her mind, he’s more monster than man. I watch her thoughts.

The sickening feeling is manageable. But the anger- I didn’t know I could feel this furious. I actually feel the place in my mind, the exact spot, where my newest power formed. The way that overeating makes the stomach feel, that’s how the spot in my mind feels. I don’t need a stun gun like he had.

She crawls closer. Her need for comfort is outweighing her fear that I’d hurt her. It’s not so much what I hear in her mind, it’s what I can feel. As if she’s projecting emotion.

I cradle her as best as I can with the restrictions of our chains. “Ora is a pretty name.” I think about the missing girl on the news. Could they be one and the same? “What’s your favorite book?”

She tells me about Alice in Wonderland while I again reach out with my mind. HELLO? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?

One the Same #AtoZChallenge One and the Same #Fiction #SFF

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What is your favorite book?



by J Lenni Dorner
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Apr 16 2017

N #AtoZChallenge Nip it in the Bud #Fiction #SFF

#AtoZChallenge2017 Badge N #AtoZChallenge Nip it in the Bud #Fiction #SFF @JLenniDorner

My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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Nip it in the Bud



I am most grateful for Mr. Bennett’s class. It’s not that English is my favorite subject, that’d be physics, it’s that he’s the only person who is nice to me. Or maybe it’s because he’s the only person I’m not related to who knows my secret.

“Today’s journal prompt is nip it in the bud.”

Nathan, the least interesting thinker among all the students, laughs. “You said butt.”

“No. It’s a figure of speech we’ve taken from horticulture. It means to take care of or to end a problem before it grows.” Mr. Bennett sets the timer. He motions for everyone to put pen to page, then presses the button.

For some reason, the reporter stripping on the news comes to mind. Did she nip the problem in the bud by changing the controversy? If the problem was that people cared more about her bra strap than about the news, did taking off more clothing change their attitudes? They tried to shame her, but she claims she didn’t feel ashamed, and then she said they should be ashamed. I agree with her. Hearing people’s thoughts all the time, I know exactly how often people think about bodies and clothing and stuff that doesn’t change lives for the better. I never hear my classmates thinking of ways to help people, to improve the world, or to do something good for our future. Not unless a teacher brings it up. Okay, there are a handful of angry students who think about how unfair it is that they aren’t treated equally. Sometimes they make petitions or something to try to get that changed.

The one problem I’ll face for the rest of my life is the risk of being caught by the Homeland Security Mind Task Force. What ways could I nip that in the bud? How could I get them shut down, get my people freed, and get us treated as equals?

We aren’t equals. That’s the problem. Maybe it’s right for those without our powers to fear us. Not that we’re all bad, just like normal people aren’t all bad. I suppose one of us engaged in criminal behavior would be far more dangerous than a normal villain.

I find myself still thinking about the prompt as I walk home from school. I don’t know who is the most powerful among my kind. I don’t know if any of my kind use their mind powers for bad purposes.

Three more seconds.

I drop my bag and get into a defensive pose. The thinker jumps out.

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What are you most grateful for today?



by J Lenni Dorner
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Apr 14 2017

M #AtoZChallenge Memento #Fiction #SFF

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My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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Memento

I write the essay question at the top of the page. What are the top five skills you want to have and why?

If I knew for sure that no one would read this, what would write? That I want the mind power of persuasion, for one. I could convince the HSMTF, if they came, that I’m not someone they seek. And I’d like the power to read a memento. Right now, I can only see memories while people are thinking them. But some of my kind can hold certain objects and know who associates what memories with those items. Another reason that I think my people should be welcome with open arms because skills like that would be so useful in solving crimes. And I’d like the dream powers my grandmother had.

This is getting me nowhere. I have to write about skills that a normal ninth grader would want. Digging in my bag, I pull out my hand sanitizer. The smell of strawberry scones masking germ-killing alcohol fills the air. For some reason, I find it easier to think when my hands are clean.

I want the skill of making friends. Is that a skill? I can probably spend a paragraph justifying it as one. I want the skill of a good sketch artist. My doodles are shameful. There’s one guy, Manny, who did a sketch on his locker. It looks like a monster ripped the locker open and is eating his homework. When you look right at it, the sketch looks so real. The janitor didn’t even clean it off, it’s that good.

I drum my fingers on the table. What other skills do I want to learn, or at least can make seem plausible for this essay? Coding. Yeah, everyone knows who the best hackers and coders are in school. I can probably connect that to the paragraph on making friends.

Okay. Two more skills. I wonder if household skills would count? I mean, my dad knows how to make the water heater work again when it stops. Mom knows how to fix the garbage disposal. I’m going to use this one because I can think of a lot of examples of stuff they just seem to know how to do that I have no idea where they learned the knowledge. It’s probably all YouTube. But I only have twenty minutes left if I want to get this essay done before my next class.

Last one. I wish I could drive. That’s a skill I can’t legally have until I’m of age, but it is a skill and one I really want. I finish and turn in the essay with two minutes to spare. The librarian reads it over.

“Do you feel this is a fair trade for the two dollar fine you owe?”

“Yes,” I try not to make my reply sound like a question, but I don’t know what answer is right.

“I agree. Here’s your book. Please return it on time or get it renewed before it’s late.”

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Memento is not momento. They are memorable objects, not a parent.



What do you wish you knew for certain?



by J Lenni Dorner
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Apr 13 2017

L #AtoZChallenge Statute of Limitation #Fiction #SFF

#AtoZChallenge2017 BadgeL #AtoZChallenge Statute of Limitation #Fiction #SFF @JLenniDorner

My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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Grammar #AtoZChallenge Statue Statute of Limitation #Fiction #SFF

Statute of Limitation



“Anah, a word please,” Mr. Bennett says as he passes my locker at the start of the day. A few students heckle me because teachers can only ever want a word if you’re in trouble.

I follow Mr. Bennett to his classroom. To keep our lack of lip movement from being suspicious, we stand in a corner and he holds a test paper near his face.

It was inconsiderate of me to make assumptions about your social life. Though, as your teacher, I am supposed to encourage you to bond with peers.

They aren’t my peers. No offense, but even you are a gray area there.

He frowns and rubs his splotchy star birthmark. If you want to avoid suspicion, then yes, these students are your peers. There’s a book I’d like you to read. It’s on the concept of the Umwelt.

What’s that?

You were born with certain powers of the mind. Therefore, it’s impossible for you to conceive what it’s like not to have them. I didn’t develop my gift until puberty, which is why I can understand both sides. People are limited to accepting the reality with which they are presented. That is the Umwelt concept in essence.

He writes me a hall pass to the library. My first class today is just study hall anyway. I find the book and head to the librarian’s desk.

“You have a two dollar late fee on your account.”

I roll my head back and make a gagging sound. “Isn’t there a statute of limitation on those? It’s from seventh grade. The middle school.”

“We have interconnected libraries.” The librarian taps the computer monitor.

“Can you just hold the book for me? I’ll come back this afternoon.” Hopefully, Mr. Bennett will lend me the cash. He’s the one that wants me to read this book.

“Here,” the librarian passes me an index card. “We accept well-written essays. This one is the equivalent to your fine.”

I mumble a thank you as I take the card and head to an empty table.

What are the top five skills you want to have and why? Library index card #AtoZChallenge Statute of Limitation #Fiction #SFF

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What are the top five skills you want to have and why?
(No need to leave a 300 word essay in the comments. And no, don’t expect two dollars. Ha ha.)




story by J Lenni Dorner
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A to Z Challenge Co-Host
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L #AtoZChallenge Statute of Limitation #Fiction #SFF

Apr 12 2017

K #AtoZChallenge Kudos #Fiction #SFF

#AtoZChallenge2017 BadgeK #AtoZChallenge Kudos #Fiction #SFF @JLenniDorner

My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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Kudos




Am I more ashamed that dad caught me thinking about my failure with dating, or that I was thinking a teacher is my only closest thing to a friend, or that I could have been thinking of ways to prove the Homeland Security Mind Task Force should be dissolved? A pointless thought, a self-pitying thought, or a thought I didn’t even bother to think of — what carries the most shame?

I’m supposed to be sleeping. Instead, I’m wondering about my powers. If I did send a shock through my dad earlier, that means they’ve expanded. What else can I do now that I couldn’t do before? Will I really be more powerful than both my parents? Will I ever find someone with more mind powers than I’ll eventually have? Do I owe it to my kind to mate with someone like me, or do I owe it to my future children to mate with someone normal so they have a small chance of not inheriting this? Eww, do I have to mate at all? What if I just get some cats? Is that too cliché? What about frogs? Maybe I can be the crazy frog lady.

That is, assuming I actually have a future. I’m assuming the HSMTF won’t find me and take me to their little holding area near Hawaii, never to be heard from again. Which seems less likely if Mr. Bennett keeps assigning journal prompts that have me writing confessions. It’s illegal for me to exist. I didn’t go out of my way to get this skill. It’s not like basketball or violin, I didn’t learn how to do it and then practice by studying what experts did. No, I was born like this, and the powers are growing as I grow. I can’t prevent it any more than I could prevent getting taller. I could slouch, but even that would only get me so far.

I watch Dad’s dream for a while. He’s seeing the reporter eating oranges. She hasn’t put her dress back on. Gross. Not her, I think she’s brave. But seeing her eating oranges in his dream, juice dribbling down, peel stuck in her hair, it’s just… eww.

Spying on dreams isn’t nice. I know that. People can’t control their dreams. Well, most people. Grandma could. She had all sorts of dream powers. Will I get any of those? I miss when she’d come into my dreams to give me praise. “Kudos goes to Anah for the unicorn drawing in art today. Great work with the glitter, sweetheart.”

It isn’t that my parents didn’t love me. They just aren’t great at appreciating small stuff. At all. Ever.

K #AtoZChallenge Kudos #Fiction #SFF

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*Authors note:
Yesterday’s entry was partly based on a true event. A television reporter uncrossed and recrossed her legs under a desk which, from her point of view, was solid black glass, but from the camera’s point of view was clear glass. For this simple human movement, she was ridiculed by the public and lost her job. I was raised differently from those who feel this is fair and justifiable treatment, from those who feel shifting legs for improved circulation is so humorous that it deserves to go viral, and from those who believe that a human can become unworthy of an intellectually-based career due to a normal limb movement. I cannot understand the other point of view, nor have I figured out how to reshape the world; I can, however, create a character who has the chance to take a stand. I considered changing her to a male and having his fly undone, which would be an equal reason for termination and extreme public ridicule. Yet, somehow, it felt like that might not have made the same point.
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What do you do most often when you should be sleeping but are awake?



by J Lenni Dorner
Reference and Speculative Fiction Author
A to Z Challenge Co-Host
Operation Awesome Debut Author Spotlight Organizer
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K #AtoZChallenge Kudos #Fiction #SFF

Apr 11 2017

J #AtoZChallenge Jibe #Fiction #SFF

#AtoZChallenge2017 BadgeJ Jibe #AtoZchallenge @JLenniDorner

My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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Jibe versus Jive #atozchallenge @JLenniDorner

Jibe



Dad’s insistence on watching the news together has only one upside… hot cocoa. He makes us each a mug. Unlike a lot of people who use powered stuff, my dad actually melts real stuff. He uses dark chocolate, coconut milk, and a pinch of saffron in his recipe. I empty the last drop from my mug as the news broadcast is wrapping up.

“Now tonight’s closing thoughts.” The reporter rises from behind the news desk. She grips the metal zipper on the front of her black dress. Her glare dares the camera, and the audience beyond, to even consider cutting away.

“Every weeknight, I present you with the news. I offer up dozens of topics. Discussing many of those, forming an opinion, taking a stand, giving your time and attention, could change the world.” She yanks the zipper. The dress opens and then drops to the floor. An embroidered set of matching undergarments is revealed to the world. Tiny jewels glitter under the newsroom lights.

Dad’s empty mug crashes to the floor. I have to tune him out because he’s having too many thoughts at once.

“Last week, my bra strap gained more attention than a missing child, a starving village, and the repeal of a law which protects workers rights. Your diverted attention from any of those doesn’t jibe with their importance. Instead, a bra strap was what was most discussed.”

She runs her fingers along the silk straps adorning her shoulders and gives them both a snap. “The goal was to humiliate me. Thank you for the attention, but I’m not ashamed of my undergarments. This set costs more than most of you earn in a week, especially those who lost your workers rights. It will be up for auction online at the close of this broadcast. The proceeds will go to feed that village you forgot about. And just so Ora, the missing child, gets more deserved attention,” she spins and bends over to pick up her dress. Pasted on the back of her right thigh is a picture of the girl. Her left thigh lists the tip line number. The reporter snaps back up.

“No, I don’t feel shame for my body, or for the nice clothing I can buy. Thinking a bra strap deserves more time and attention than the news that impacts lives, that’s something for which you should feel ashamed. Good night.” The reporter slings her dress over her shoulder, flips her hair, and struts away.

You were right, Dad. That was worth watching.

He looks at me and pictures several possible reactions that my mom will have later.

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The Golden Rule image #AtoZChallenge Jibe #Equality Do onto others as you would have them do onto you. Treat others as you want to be treated.


Would you feel ashamed if part of a layer of your traditionally covered clothing became visible while you’re in public? Does such an incident warrant as much, more, or less attention than certain online sites currently devote to it?



by J Lenni Dorner
Reference and Speculative Fiction Author
A to Z Challenge Co-Host
Operation Awesome Debut Author Spotlight Organizer
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J Jibe #AtoZchallenge @JLenniDorner #Fiction #SFF

Apr 10 2017

I #AtoZChallenge I Couldn’t Care Less #Fiction #SFF

#AtoZChallenge2017 BadgeI #AtoZChallenge I Couldn’t Care Less #Fiction #SFF

My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.

Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.

The story started with All Intents and Purposes.

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care

I Couldn’t Care Less



I’m not in the door for two seconds before dad grills me about my mood. He gives me the lecture about how I couldn’t share my biggest secret with a best friend who isn’t like us.

Honestly, I could care less right now.

Dad throws up his arms. Which means you do care. If less is possible, there is a quantity of care.

My finger twirls as my rage boils. NO MORE ENGLISH LESSONS TODAY! Dad’s wide eyes prove he’s taken aback. We never think at this volume, especially at home. He rubs his head, then his arms. Did I give him an actual shock? Mom’s done it to me hundreds of times, not always intentionally, but I’ve never done it to anyone. I twirl my finger, dialing to a whisper. Sorry.

I sit at the table to do my homework. My thoughts drift toward earlier, to emotions that will betray me. I shove more math and science into focus instead. Dad only comes in the room to drop off dinner. He reminds me that mom is working third shift tonight. I assure him I won’t bother her at four in the morning when she gets home.

That’s when he glimpses my memories. The split second it took me to decide not to talk to mom caused me to think about earlier. I put my head on the table and cover it with my arms.

We can talk about boys.

No. Please, no. I want to curl up and die.

You know there aren’t secrets in this house.

Oh Gouda, do I cheesy ever know that.

Are you cursing in dairy now?

We eat dinner in silence, trying not to think. He keeps picturing an indri sitting in the curio cabinet. Not a little porcelain one, but a huge animated one, which is singing. I add a pink elephant to our vision. It offers its trunk so that the indri can swing.

Dad laughs. Well, I certainly can’t sit here and not think about an elephant in the room. Come on.

We clear the dishes together. I gather my school stuff and head to the stairs. Dad stops me.

If you could change one thing about the world, other than ending the Homeland Security Mind Task Force and getting acceptance for our kind, what would it be?

I don’t know.

So sit down. Watch the news with me. Look for some inspiration.

I flop down on the sofa and clutch a throw pillow to my chest. This is going to be a stupid waste of my time.

indri #AtoZChallenge I Couldn’t Care Less #Fiction #SFF

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If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?



by J Lenni Dorner
Reference and Speculative Fiction Author
A to Z Challenge Co-Host
Operation Awesome Debut Author Spotlight Organizer
Operation Awesome Debut Author Spotlight Organizer @JLenniDornerFollow @JLenniDorner on Twitter please WhatAreThey on Facebook pages Networked Blog @JLenniDorner Linky Followers @JLenniDorner Bloglovin


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I #AtoZChallenge I Couldn’t Care Less #Fiction #SFF

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