Amelio…

A short story by Fabrice Nozier  “Amelio,” Ms. Farajah said. “It’s called Amelio”. Sitting at her red clothed roundtable were Ms. Faraja’s first visitors in years, Owen and Anne. “It’ll open her right up. She won’t be able to stop talking,” her elderly voice cracked.  After Anne’s husband of three years and high-school sweetheart hadContinue reading “Amelio…”

To Save Our Son

A short story by Fabrice Nozier  Date: Sometime in 2002 Late at night in the basement of a university library, freshman students Juliana and Scott were working on their final assignments for the spring semester. Juliana, a Creative Writing major, was finishing up her final short piece for the year; a story about a groupContinue reading “To Save Our Son”

Fictitious Future Fridays #3

If you haven’t already, feel fread to read the Fictitious Future Fridays #2 in order to participate in this week’s…… Now that you’ve chosen whatever location that magic spark has taken you and you’ve selected your tour guide, it’s time to face a crossroad in your journey. Whether you want to explore the galaxy withContinue reading “Fictitious Future Fridays #3”

Fictitious Future Fridays #2

If you haven’t already, feel free to read the last Fictitious Future Friday in order to participate in this week’s The magic pink spark has taken you to the place you wished for last week. Not only does it have the ability to transport you across reality, space, and time but it also can tapContinue reading “Fictitious Future Fridays #2”

Fictitous Future Fridays

A spark of light falls from the sky and lands in some grounds near you. It turns out to be a glowing magic rock that has the ability to transport you across reality, space and time. You reach down and grab it. Where does it take you? Why have you chosen this place? My answer:Continue reading “Fictitous Future Fridays”

Even if Her Heart Was Beating

A circular room.  Ten bodies lay on their respective boards during the hours of slumber. One of which was dissimilar to the rest. She lay awake on the slant of her board contemplating. Unlike most, she placed a hand on her heart to see if it was there.  No pulse. “I am not alive” sheContinue reading “Even if Her Heart Was Beating”

At The Hands of The Architect

Hatred. It is assumed that this idea has been embedded in the human conscience. That it is a part of our nature. It resides within our DNA. It is what makes us human. And why should we not assume so? Since the dawn of humanity man has known hatred better than he knows the starsContinue reading “At The Hands of The Architect”

Before Dawn, Utopia was Imminent [Translated for the Mind of a Third]

Part 7 of how “us” began. YOU ARE A THIRD THEY ARE THE FOURTHS [residents in another dimension] At the post, the Leader (God) thought what was to be done with Darkness and the return of the shadows. The Sixth, our prime guardian, was overwhelmed with his previous encounters with Darkness and its exploitation ofContinue reading “Before Dawn, Utopia was Imminent [Translated for the Mind of a Third]”

Reaper is Ambiguous

“You know what I really mean? I don’t get it. Why are some of us so indifferent about it? Movies and TV certainly have something to do with it. They shrug off character deaths sometimes like it’s a nothing. It has influenced us ya know? Now we don’t… ya know feel so emotional towards it.Continue reading “Reaper is Ambiguous”

First Encounter: The Dark [Translated for the Mind of a Third]

Part 6 of how “us” began. At the Third, Darkness was confronted by the Sixth, our Guardian. A defining moment in our timeline that resulted in the dystopian “now” that we live in (maybe just you). For the first “moments” the Sixth stared at Darkness with peculiarity [Note! It is impossible for us Thirds toContinue reading “First Encounter: The Dark [Translated for the Mind of a Third]”