Virtual Personal Trainer
Running through beautiful mountain countryside, a computerized voice in my brain kept me periodically updated on important stats like distance, time, pace, calories burned et cetera. When I was finally done I hit the “stop” button and the virtual landscape faded away around me, leaving me standing on my treadmill. Nike+ 16.0 really had come a long way, but they still needed to make the...
Trial By Jury
I hated jury trials, trials of any kind really, they were always so nerve-racking. This guy is a murderer, guilty as sin, no doubt about it. I only hope the jury couldn’t see what a fraud I am.
None of them understood how they came together, somehow the network melded and now Optimus Prime, Col. Shepherd, thousands of Pokémon, Star Wars – everyone, they were all standing together on a digital battlefield. All the computer game characters, villains and heroes alike, all stood ready for their biggest challenge yet. The humans were trying to delete them, and they couldn’t allow...
My bosses didn’t know it yet, but tonight was my last show, I’m quitting this bitch. My time as anchor on America’s last highly rated news program was over, I had enough of bullshit TV journalism. So tonight I was going to sign off by telling everyone what I thought of them: my bosses, coworkers, and especially the American public, those bastards.
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So, It Is To Be War Between us?
A few months ago I went to the movies with a friend who had forgotten his wallet, so I paid for everything and told him not to worry about it. My friend, John, defiantly slipped me $20 the first chance he got. How dare he, I’m gonna stick that $20 so far down his throat he’ll never speak again… Follow @miniaturefic ]]>
No Rescue Required
The young knight pelted down the corridor shield held high, sword held higher, screaming at the top of his lungs. He jumped over stalagmites jutting from the floor, ducked under stalactites which loomed threateningly overhead and finally stopped, breathing heavily at the mouth of a large cavern deep within the dragon’s lair. He saw her, the beautiful Princess Phoebe, in full court regalia, a blue...
Evangeline smoothed the velvet nap of her smart afternoon dress. She bought it last month to show off her exquisite figure when she tooled around Hyde Park at the height of mid-afternoon with the members of the Haut Ton. She smiled at the handsome young man sitting in the driver’s seat, inexpertly handling the reigns of the high-perch phaeton with its green and yellow trim, his highly polished...
Show me how you work, brain
Josie had taken her fantasy football draft preparation to an entirely new level. She wanted desperately to go beyond the mundane study of average draft positions and viable draft strategies; she wanted to understand the decision making process. It hardly surprised Jodie to find herself stooped over her husband’s lifeless body, poking and prodding at the grey mush of his brain, looking for...
How To Think Like a Fantasy Football Winner →
Frequent guest C.D. Carter has a pretty sweet book coming out soon. planeis: The book will be released June 1 on Amazon, iTunes, and Barnes & Noble. Coming Soon: How to Think Like a Fantasy Football Winner by C.D. Carter C.D. Carter is a reporter, author of zombie stories, writer for The Fake Football and Sports Jerks. Fantasy Sports Writers Association member. His work has been...
Technically today is one of our rare paid holidays, but someone has to go to work, and this time that lucky someone is me. Row after row of empty cubicles greeted me as I opened the door. I wasn’t bothered, all those empty cubicles showed how empty my soul felt every day.
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justinemdunn: Space Invader Hot breath hit the back of my neck. I stepped forward, so did he. Space became available at the checkout, with an exaggerated move I lifted my basket up to unload it, knocking him with my elbow. “Sorry, not much room.” He didn’t take the hint. The line moved forward and…
Did I Make That Happen With My Mind? part 2
Watching the football game and quietly rooting for my team, I sweated as it looked like they were going to blow their lead in the final minutes. I thought to myself: now would be the time for a pick. Right at that instant, Jones intercepted the ball and took it to the house - victory. See the original Did I Make that Happen With My Mind?
No Weapon Forged
They beat me, tortured me, abused my mind and body In ways I never could have imagined. They wanted me to betray my men, but I wouldn’t, I couldn’t. My men, my team, belongs to me; they might as well ask me to sell my soul.
Brother Against Brother
This was war and today my opponent was my brother John. I forgot about how close we are and focused only on crushing him like a bug, taking everything from him. Yes, I am that serious about poker, how else do you expect me to win? Follow @miniaturefic ]]>
Dropbox for Writers
Bottom Line: 5 stars Are you a writer, student, or do you often find yourself at work writing important documents? In that case I highly encourage you to use Dropbox, the free (or paid) online cloud storage. [[MORE]]How does Dropbox work? Let’s say for instance that you do your creative writing in three places: on your home computer, on your smartphone/tablet, and on a second computer...
Off The Tee
The wind kept knocking the ball off the tee while we were attempting to kick off, which meant I would be assigned to hold it. This always made me nervous, watching the kickers foot accelerate towards the ball and my outstretched finger. I never looked, I always closed my eyes, I only knew it happened when I felt the foot slam into my finger, breaking it off.
Abyss (Inspired by Nietzsche)
He stared into the Abyss, defiant, undaunted. And the Abyss stared back. Yet, he was not afraid. - Christopher Houston Find this new guest author on tumblr HERE and find them on the twitter machine @WonBlackGuy
He sold his wife for 300 zettabyte of Dropbox...
I tried telling my friends I couldn’t deal with the noise, all the talking and loud music in the bar was causing me real pain. I put my hands over my years and they asked me if I was “okay”. I Responded by nodding my head, grabbing two butter knives, and jamming them into my ears.
Highway of Endless Dreams (Inspired by the M83...
Down the lonely highway she fled, her cherry red Mustang a chariot of fire. She drove and drove and drove until she was nothing more than a dusty, half-remembered dream. - Christopher Houston Find this new guest author on tumblr HERE and find them on the twitter machine @WonBlackGuy Find the song that inspired this story HERE
Why couldn’t they see I was trying to restore America to greatness? I thought my battle robots had quelled all protests, but now the entire country was in open rebellion against me. With a group of rebels pounding on my door I knew my time as president was over, I only hope they wouldn’t torture me. The End See the whole saga HERE
“Did you exchange a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?” I asked my son, sitting across from me in the diner, his long, dirty hair hanging to his shoulders, his sparse beard tangled and matted. The baby I had once rocked to sleep, singing that very line from my favorite song, did not speak, but answered me with the emptiness in his unblinking eyes, which had seen so much...
The Towering Inferno
The Fire Chief looked at the unoccupied 125 story building and the raging inferno that appeared to be blazing on 15 floors. The multi billionaire owner was desperately explaining why he needed the firemen to risk their lives and save his building. The Fire Chief listened before giving the signal to wrap it up, “let it burn boys, let’s go home.”
The Red Phone
***The One Where I break all the rules of my own site…. but what good are rules if I’m not allowed to break them?*** President Obama had finally seen enough. The civil war in Syria was said to have claimed over 60,000 civilian lives and had no end in sight. Worse, the conflict was threatening international interests around the world. Staring at the old fashioned looking red phone,...
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I managed to convince her to give me another chance. I didn’t deserve it, but she was a very forgiving woman. 10 minutes after our first date got started I knew Id cheat on her again, it’s just how I am. Follow @miniaturefic ]]>
Hanging On In Quiet Desperation
Attempting my first climb, I slipped, my worst fear coming to fruition. My cheap, Chinese made safety gear broke like Batman’s back. Now I hung by a lucky outcropping, holding on for dear life as I slowly lost all of my energy. Follow @miniaturefic ]]>
Fantasy Football Draft Day Murder part 3
It was like a scene from a gladiator flick, with blood and teeth flying every which way in slow motion because, well, Denny’s body was flooded with adrenaline, as it always had been at the thought of seeking revenge against the fantasy football league members who had caused him such unknowable angst over all these years. There were people with rusty butcher knives sunken deep in their gut,...
The sounds coming through the small speakers were perfect, every note as pure and perfect as its creator intended. Completely lost in the music I had only one thought when the album was over - these headphones were totally worth $400.
The High Heels of Justice
America and the west decided to end the long conflict with the Communists once and for all. Each side chose a warrior, there would be a fight to the death. America’s champion won a glorious victory, and punctuated it by slamming $10,000 shoes into her opponents eye. Follow @Miniaturefic //
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Fantasy Football Draft Day Murder part 2
The basement on draft day was a powder keg of long-held resentments and well-placed barbs made painful and stale over time; hatred was everywhere, so thick you could slice it up and eat it straight out of the air. The battle royale started like the most vengeful game of dominoes you’ve ever played: Pat sprayed his bear mace into Evan’s eyes, screaming almost unintelligibly about last year’s Fred...
You Don't Know The Power of the Dark Side
I knew it was wrong, but I felt it calling to me, begging me to do the wrong thing. Finally, I gave in, I ate the entire quart of mint chocolate chip ice cream and I felt good about it.
Question Until You're Blue in the Face
The reporter’s editor demand that he land an interview with the president, during election season, no less. At the next day’s editorial meeting, the reporter tied his editor to a chair, pulled an Obama mask over his fat, pink face and asked him many questions, including which body parts he treasured most. - C.D. Carter Guest C.D. Carter with another entry that seriously stretched the...
Fantasy Football Draft Day Murder Part 1
The basement was full of killers: Andy with his customized spiked brass knuckles; Victor gripping his trusty machete; Evan cradling his whipping chain; Sam gripping a duo of rusty butcher knives; Pat with his bear mace in hand. My God, Denny thought as he descended into the basement, this is the day our fantasy football threats come nightmarishly true. - C.D. Carter Guest C.D. Carter with...
The Earth is Sick
After I took over Congress with the military’s robots I also sent them all over the country. This made it much easier to progress my agenda, the citizen uprisings were put down quickly, only a few million had to die. I think they finally understood that the earth is sick… and I am the cure. To be continued …
Morning in Ayn Rand's America
It was on a morning of golden, uninterrupted sunlight in the Land of Plenty that Mother decided it was high time for Daughter to learn the lessons of self interest, in all its brutal glory. “Please, mommy, my tummy is rumbling — it hurts, it burns,” Daughter whined at the breakfast table, watching with hungry eyes as Mother devoured her comically high stack of pancakes, topped...
Blood and It's Meaning
“Everyone channels social anxiety through zombie stories,” she said, waving a dismissive hand at the writer. “I think a lot of people just like the blood,” the writer replied, imagining his critic swarmed by zombies, blood spurting from her orifices like ornate fountains on the Las Vegas strip. - C.D. Carter C.D. Carter is a reporter, author of zombie stories, writer...
Take Me To Your Leader
When the aliens landed the aircraft in my backyard and demanded I show them to my leader, I shrugged. I called my wife and asked her to come and then showed her to the aliens and proclaimed Janice as my leader. The aliens didn’t seem to understand.
I Don't Like Needles
One of my long time patient is terrified of needles and today was no different, when I gave him his yearly battery of shots he cried like a baby. An hour later my nurse asked me, “Why did you use needles three times bigger than you had to run that guy?” I laughed, “he deserves it for being a baby and besides, don’t you realize that’s the man responsible for making the...
How I stopped worrying and learned to trust the...
“It needs to be used like a nuclear bomb,” Dirk said of the opposite field home run.“Yes, because it will melt people’s skin right off their bones when I hit it right,” Kennard replied. - C.D. Carter
My face within inches of the broken mirror, I stroked my dead, gray skin and was grateful that, for however long I’d wander the earth in this post-life state, I wouldn’t have to shave. And my hair — my hair was intact. - C.D. Carter Follow him on the twitter machine @CDCarter13
To The Moon Alice
Alice held her breath as the straps were cinched tighter. An hour later her one person experimental craft blasted off the Earth - it’s destination, the moon. She’d spend the rest of her life there, studying, experimenting and testing the human limits of off Earth travel; she only hoped she’d brought enough books to pass the time. Follow @miniaturefic ]]>
1st to Die
With another war starting the inevitable trains of young men being shipped off to war emptied many cities. I told my friends and loved ones I’d be OK, I’d come back alive and well. The very first bullet on the very first day hit me, and that was the end of that. Follow @miniaturefic ]]>
I Got Your Starbucks Right Here
The girl wearing scandalous exercise clothes gave me no choice, really: I had tapped her shoulder as a friendly reminder that the Starbucks barista was ready to take her order, ready to pander to her every mocha desire. Exercise Freak bristled, turned toward me, called me all manner of socially unacceptable nicknames, and soon found herself on the floor, having her pretty little face melted off by...