I wrote this science fiction short story in the autumn of 2016. Radically different from my other work at that time, I had this piece published under the name of a friend. Twisted Sister Lit Mag, an online magazine, was the original publisher. This post consists of a slightly reworked and updated “Hot Air Balloon Ride from Hell”.
I definitely had too much fun writing this one.
Savannah pulled her shirt over her head, and Gabe couldn’t help but stare as the two triangular Confederate battle flags of her bikini top Continue reading ““Hot Air Balloon Ride from Hell””
Each man cupped his hands to drink, only noticing skeletons littering the grassy strand between the pond and tree after regaining their senses.
Lost in the desert, two surviving deserters spied an oasis. A single gnarled baobab dominated an island of green and blue in a sea of sand.
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“I’m definitely interested.”
What the pretend spirit didn’t know was that, as the result of an earlier round of truth or dare, the youths had graduated to arson.
The local teenagers played a lively version of hide and seek inside the abandoned church, eventually catching the attention of a former parishioner.
Continue reading ““The Haunted Church””
An unknown fate. A cold death.
The settlement on OGLE-2005-BLG-390Lb was quite small but genuinely thrived for years.
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The aroma of frying bacon roused him.
Stumbling onto the landing, he spied his sister pretending to be a ghost.
She’d cut holes into a new bedsheet.
Continue reading ““A Ghostly Morning””
An unpleasant reunion in the afterlife.
A cackling demon prodded Alexios III.
Hellfire licked the soul and soles of the former emperor.
Although only recently deceased, the weary man tired of eternity in just a few seconds.
“Stop these abuses!” Alexios III finally pleaded. “What have I done to receive such vile treatment?”
The demon laughed even wilder after hearing these words.
“Tell me! I beg you! Why do I find myself in this pit of fire?”
The demon twisted a gruesome face into a smile.
“You’d have to ask them!”
A gnarled finger extended toward the chained skeletons of Alexios IV and Alexios V.