Damhamer – Chapter Eight

“Sii are you okay?”
“What happened?”
“Are you injured?”
“No, just a little shook up.”
“Don’t get up. Just rest.”
“I’m okay… Ouch. Okay, maybe my shoulder is hurt. I was tossed into the side of the ship; that is the last thing I remember. So what hit us?”
“I am not sure. The sensors did not detect any ship other than Kapaw’s and the mystery ship.”
“Is the ship damaged?”
“Yes, there was an explosion in section B2, our sleeping quarters, but I have not been able to determine what kind of explosion occurred.”
“Can the damage be repaired?”
“Yes, but we must find somewhere to get the repairs. When the explosion occurred, I felt the rage had been summoned inside me. I went to see what damage had been done. I opened the bulkhead and was pulled outside the ship.”
“What? How is that possible? How are you still alive?”

“When I was outside the ship I felt some sort of force field around me. I could move freely and had complete control. I did not feel the bitter cold of space. However I did feel something was there, but I could not see anything. I looked all around the ship and found nothing. I was about to return to the ship when I believe I saw some kind of distortion, or it could have been my eyes deceiving me, but I felt something. I believe I saw something moving away from us, but I am not sure. Maybe I am being foolish.”
“No, my love, you’re not foolish at all. It sounds like the ship was cloaked.”

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Damhamer – Chapter 7

It was now in the third time period. I have not slept much. I tossed and turned. After dinner Dam and I talked about the meeting tomorrow with Kapaw. I will be on the ship which will be on the landing platform also. I am to be ready to leave in a hurry if something goes wrong. I argued to no prevail that I would not leave him here but he made a good point: If something goes wrong, there might not be a here to leave. I believe Dam is special even if Kapaw is of his kind. I believe that nothing can hurt Dam. He seems to be resting comfortably. He is fearless and is not worried at all about tomorrow. I wish I could be that confident.
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The Trade

By Tim Bloodfield

This story that I am writing I have kept secret for thirty years. I put it in my will that upon my death my wife would get this letter. Please forgive me, my love, but it was for your own good. Now many years have passed and I am dead so it is okay to tell you what happened the time I was out all night. I know you had your suspicions—you thought that I had cheated on you—well my love, it was a lot worse than that. I did not cheat on you that night. I love you and would never hurt you that way. Now I will tell you what happened that February 12, 1985.
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Damhamer – Chapter Six

When we left Orex I felt sad. I was not sure if I would ever see my friends again. I know that is a lie. I will see them again. I have to go back after my leave time is up. Or not. Following my destiny may be a bit more difficult. I am not afraid. I have what I’ve always wanted. I have someone who loves me and would destroy anything or anyone that tried to hurt me. There are just a lot of emotions bouncing around in my head. Truth be told I am a little afraid. I’m not sure if I should confide in Dam. I don’t want him to think I am having second thoughts when I’m not—well maybe a little, but I would not change a thing. I will follow him to the end of space and back. My wonderful mother always told me that being open and honest with your mate will lead to a happy life and disperse all the unhappy strife. I know she is right. I can tell him anything and he will love me anyway.

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Chapel, Dark Of Night

by Charlotte North

I know it’s been a long time since we’ve spoken
I can’t recall the last time I even said your name
But I’m at the end of my rope, and it’s breaking
Nothing I know will ever be the same

I think I’m asking you for a miracle
I have nothing left to give
There’s nothing more that I can take
I’ve gone over the edge, and I’m in freefall
Any moment now I’ll crash and break
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Damhamer – Chapter Five

Chapter 5

The celebration had begun. The Borog had been defeated. Orex was safe thanks to the brave soldiers who fought giving their best and some their lives even though they were only trainees. Major Rutherford and Vipa fought with such bravery. The people of Orex are indebted to them. I am happy that Damhamer remembers his name. Regardless of what he says it means, he is still a hero.

Word spread fast around this region. The people who left Orex would be returning soon and everything would be back to normal. Well, I could hope it would. With Damhamer’s new memories something just doesn’t seem to be normal. I am afraid he remembers something or someone from his past. Before I throw a pity party I need to be sure if he is attached—that would be the worst thing ever. I guess destroyer of worlds would probably be on the list somewhere. (more…)

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The Window

by Tim Bloodfield

 

It was a day like any other day: you get out of bed and try to get mobile, and most important, you explain to yourself the necessity of enduring the daily grind. You are about to embark on the same mind-numbing, tediously redundant commute to a job that follows the same daily pattern as every day. You do it anyway because it is your duty as an adult. When you are growing up you idolize the fun things about being an adult but you find out that it all was overrated and being an adult really sucks.

 

As a market analyst it is no party like it’s your birthday but I am really good at it so I make the best of it. My day went like any other: I prioritize, analyze and marginize data. I dream like any other stuck-in-a-rut schmuck that wants more out of life but never gets the opportunity or most likely the motivation to pursue the finer things in life as the wealthy that have all those things would say. But again, it is my duty as an adult to drudge on no matter how soul killing it may be and yet still cling to the hope of better days.

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Equal

by Charlotte North

 

She stood and clicked off the television set. She was trembling in anger.

How could they have let him out of prison on parole? The one who had killed her sister, stabbed her to death with a knife and then shot her just to be sure the job was done; leaving her body on the floor in a pool of blood, never showing an ounce of remorse, even when he was convicted of the crime — he was given parole? He was allowed to go free? It wasn’t right. It was wrong, through and through.

“Prison wasn’t harsh enough,” she thought. “If this is what it comes to. Well then,” she whispered aloud. “I’ll just have to take care of it myself. He will pay for what he’s done.”

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