Archive for November, 2008

Tall Red Letters

Posted in The Savage Warren on November 28, 2008 by jeereg

Something creeps through the blackness.

Tomi, like any half-smart student of the university, has a charged flashlight in her backpack in the event that she needs to brave the tunnels, but since she made that left turn, she’s used it sparingly.  Things get dark early down here.  She’s not even sure it’s Tuesday anymore.

The Something shuffles around a corner.  She gives it a few seconds, then tries the light.

The graffiti in the depths is creative.  She’s seen poetry and murals, and at least one reference to cake. In front of her now, in tall red letters: HI TOMI.



Posted in Two Minutes Less a Third on November 27, 2008 by jeereg

April 31

Have made contact with Captain Hart, who will be guide/security chief for expedition.  Gruff man, prone to moody silences.  I am told by one of the crew that he lost a son on last voyage.

Two days in this cave and already I miss the air.

Have developed minor obsession with checking instruments.  Everything is fine everything is fine everything is fine.  Ivan says it’s normal.  I see him sharpening his blades every few hours.

The heat from the passageway is dull, throbbing.  At night, I can feel it across the chamber.  Its red glow creeps in everywhere.


Posted in Suits on November 26, 2008 by jeereg

A first class suite on Emirates, and she still feels cramped.  There’s nothing good to watch, and her martini has too much vermouth in it.  She squirms, fidgets, and finally goes to the washroom, just for something to do.

Door locked, she takes out her compact and uses the laser to cut the vent bolts.  The guy in 4B isn’t civvie and he’s made her; she needs an upper hand.  Into the crawlspace she slithers, heading for cargo, shedding her travel clothes like dry skin.

She’s stuck somewhere over economy when she realizes the extra vermouth was a slow-acting poison.

Jimmy Gives Up On Mission to “Read All the Books in the World”

Posted in Two Minutes Less a Third on November 25, 2008 by jeereg

After just two years, 13-year-old Jimmy Schmultz has announced that he is giving up his mission to read every book.

“There’s too many,” he said in a press conference given yesterday from the top of his bunk bed.  “I’m really proud of what I accomplished, but it’s a monumental task.”  Jimmy denied allegations that the stop was related to the time when Brad called him a bookworm, saying that it was a personal decision.

“Plus there’s this girl I like,” he added.

When asked what he would do next, Jimmy said he was hoping to “watch some movies, or something.”


Posted in Patchwork City on November 24, 2008 by jeereg

There were old, unbreakable rules in the Patchwork City, and some of them had to do with regime changes.  Rules old enough that most didn’t remember how they went.

The city had settled into a calm, the eye of a hurricane with the air crackling.  It had been a long time since one of the Bosses had been killed.  Longer still since one had gone missing.  After a few days, both sides realized they didn’t know what to do.

Chad was sitting at a lunch table.  His knuckles itched.  He stood up.

“We’re gonna find the Rulebook,” he said flatly.

New Schedule

Posted in Not a story on November 22, 2008 by jeereg

So, I’m going to cut back to five days a week, see if I can get ahead again.

The stories will resume on Monday.


Posted in Hives on November 21, 2008 by jeereg

They drop out of the sky like bombs and weave between the high stalks, pollen falling around them like bright summer snow.  Ryold shrugs his lance higher.  His hummingbird’s wings churn the air into blur.

They fall into formation for the approach.  Briawn, his second, shouts at him through a leaf-cone.  “What’s the twenty on Gold Squadron?” she bellows.

“They should be coming in a few seconds before us.  Eyes open.”

There is a calm, the canopy of flowers beautiful in the sun.

Then the fray, into the clearing, and the air thickens with buzzing.  Above, the Hive looms.