Tag: Attie

Apr 05 2018

F #AtoZChallenge Feel #Fiction #SFF

26 parts of a Speculative Fiction story by J Lenni Dorner My scream leaves me gasping, then gagging. My lungs are on fire. The rest of my body shivers and shakes, fighting against the cold. A viscous, green, translucent fluid surrounds me. I’m going to drown in slime. Just one breath of air, just one, …

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Apr 04 2018

E #AtoZChallenge Escape #Fiction #SFF

26 parts of a Speculative Fiction story by J Lenni Dorner I use Lyft to transport me to the warehouse address Brydanz supplied. There’s no way I’ll be sober enough to drive later. My phone beeps as I get out of the car. Mystic sent me a picture of Mercedes holding her planet Phaeton model. …

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Apr 03 2018

D #AtoZChallenge Darcy or Daunte #Fiction #SFF

26 parts of a Speculative Fiction story by J Lenni Dorner The autumn vegetable soup finishes at the same time as the grilled cheese sandwiches Mercedes begged to have tonight. I debate allowing dinner in the living room in front of the television. Or maybe letting my kids eat in their bedrooms. But the soup …

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Apr 02 2018

C #AtoZChallenge Craft #Fiction #SFF

26 parts of a Speculative Fiction story by J Lenni Dorner I pull in the garage, turn off my truck, and rest my head for a moment before getting out. The trash cans haven’t been brought in. It’s doubtful that anyone got the mail from the box. My neighbor’s dog has left a “present” at …

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Apr 01 2018

B #AtoZChallenge Brydanz Sulguni #Fiction #SFF

26 parts of a Speculative Fiction story by J Lenni Dorner If I were sober, I could drive away. Somehow, I think my wife has sent this guy with his heavy accent as punishment for napping beside her grave. Again. “Genuine leather? Cannot be very warm.” “Full Grain. Genuine is crap.” I pull out my …

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Mar 31 2018

A #AtoZChallenge Attie Connolly the American #Fiction #SFF

26 parts of a Speculative Fiction story by J Lenni Dorner I let the upbeat song finish before I shut off my truck. One more deep, stalling breath. I get out, walk to the back, and open the liftgate. Cooler and blanket in hand, I trudge through the frosted, brown leaves. Thirty-seven rows down, two …

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