The Contradictite

[Author's Note: This was written in December for the Litmas 2005 competition on deviantArt. It did not win. It plays with the idea of X-mas, treating the X like the Roman numeral for 10. That's what the dec- in December is for, after all.] Cell Sixteen in The Laboratory shined with red and green lights, blinking on and off, causing a yellow light to pour into the hallway. Clenoin peeked his head into the door as he walked past. “Someone else decorating for X-ember?” he asked Kakaisha, who was partially obscured by a cabinet. Kakaisha leaned to the side as she stared into a beaker. It glowed faintly with a reddish tint. “What’s that, Clen?” Surrounding her were several shelves of the red, glowing bottles. The computer’s monochrome screen contributed the green. Together they flickered, illuminating the room in a festive manner. Clenoin looked away shyly. “Nothing, Kakaisha.” He shuffled his feet as he tried not to make eye contact with the woman. She resumed her note taking...

[Author's Note: This story has been released to the Public Domain under the CC0  license. The full version may be read here .] "The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax-- Of cabbages--and kings-- And why the sea is boiling hot-- And whether pigs have wings." Lewis Carroll, "The Walrus and the Carpenter" Gladwell once wrote:             Cabbages and Kings                       To G.G.             Thanks for helping me write this. But:             Things were not right with the universe. Chapters Chapter 1 Chapter 2

[Author's Note: This was my first real attempt at NaNoWriMo. However, whether it was the subject material or my university workload at the time, I was unable to complete it. It could be that the idea is itself cursed, as when I tried to write it again in 2012, I failed once more.] Chapters Phoenix From the Ashes Hatchling Allergies Forgery Eyes in the Dark And that's all...

[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 ...

[Author's Note: This is another early story written by me. It was published originally in October of 2000 in Between The Lines Literary Magazine . It tells the story of a fish out of water, of the teenage angst of not fitting in: with your peers, your family, or even with yourself.] Hubert skipped a rock off the surface of the water. He looked disheveled and sad. He  knew that he had great power, but he did not have the power to turn back time. Life hadn't always been like this. In fact, life had never been like this. It all started last week. People made fun of him. He was different. He had out of style clothes, an out of style hair cut, and an even more out of style dialect. They called him names, they beat him up, they treated him poorly. He went home miserable. He went home sad. He went home crying. He got home. No one was around. His mother would probably be home from her job soon, and she would know that he had been crying. She would wonder why, and then tell hi...