The Contradictite

[Author's Note: I originally published this story in October 2002 on my LiveJournal literary community, indiefiction. I was trying to write a story that gets sadder and sadder as it progresses.] Hello, Andrea, how are you today? Oh, I'm fine. Mother and Father are all right, along with Spud. I remember when we named him. We went into town to get groceries, and saw this adorable puppy, and he was free. Mother said, "Okay," and we came home with him. Father took one look at him and said, "That dog looks like a potato!" Thus, he became Spud. Since you seemed to play with him the most, now he just sits around all day and mopes. Sometimes he waits by the front door, waiting for you to come back home and play with him. We just tell him that he's a silly dog, and try to get him to play with us instead. He does miss you, we all do. He only plays with us in a half-assed way, now. I saw this movie the other day, and it reminded me of you. It was about thes

[Author's Note: This is yet another "Yolun" story. Originally published in February of 2002 on my LiveJournal literary community, indiefiction. It was meant to be the introduction to a story about a young boy who goes on a mission to save his town, and quite possibly, the entire world.] On the planet Yolun there existed a sad state of affairs. The Magician Vonne's Doom Machine had made the terrain a desolate wasteland that could hardly sustain the indigenous life forms present, and could not keep this sustenance going for much longer. The Lokut had carved the life off of a fraction of the planet. Their ravenous appetites had cleared out entire small colonies. The curse keeping Ronk at bay vanished, and he awoke to reign terror once again, practically unstoppable. In his palace in the secluded uncharted area of Yolun, Yolu, the essence of the world, sat on his throne and watched the happenings slowly drain the life of his world, and eventually him. "Three poi

[Author's Note: This story was originally published in January of 2012 on my LiveJournal literary community, indiefiction. The writing, I admit, is quite puerile. However, the theme is one I still enjoy exploring: doomed relationships.] The cool morning breeze flowed over the deep blue ocean as the sun cracked over the horizon, just like every other big morning opening scene. The location? A planet quite some distance from Earth. This planet is called Aors. In case you're wondering how to pronounce that, just switch the first two letters (giving you "oars") and say that. Note that this doesn't always work when coming across unfamiliar words--this is just an isolated case. Aors is your typical life-sustaining planet. The population is an exact 7,438,963,234,531, or it was at the time of the incident about which is this story. The peculiar thing about Aors is that the news media industry and the entertainment industry are one. The inhabitants of the planet are