Using a truth serum on ______, perhaps not

You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask? Sodium thiopental. Wow, that's some serious stuff. There are many avenues I'd like to take with the use of some…

Genius Not Needed

The rain battered the metal roof like a needle gun chipping away at layers of paint. The sound of each drop rang in her ears upon every touch of water to metal. The cold damp room was suffocatingly small and dark. A line of light shone at her feet. So…

The Simple Things

I walked out of the Quick-Mart with the clerk bidding me goodnight (Have a good evening Mr. Stand!) to sideways mist giving the streetlamps a rainbow glow about them. Digging into my pocket for my keys I stopped unable to take my squinty eyes off the man standing in the…

"I Voted!" a 2028 journal entry

A journal entry written by a slave in November 2028;It was just after 9 o'clock on Tuesday morning when I walked up to the polls for the 2018 midterm elections which had the potential to decide the fate of the nation from 2019 through the next election and beyond.…

A strange request at a Piano Bar

It was an early July afternoon, and the sun was a haze - a mask of sorts that served only to try and hide the true location of the bright orb overhead. Of course, only one person on that long dust bowl of a street was remotely interested in the…

Crush and be Crushed

I was asked to give you a quick lesson on the Sylvilagus floridanus. Topics were to cover its medium height ears, the fluff of gray and/or brown, and its appropriate tail color of white. Yes, this was going to be a quick narrative of the Eastern Cottontail rabbit, specifically,…

The son of a Hitman

Rules. There are rules for everything in life. Good or bad, the rules are there for someone to follow. Traffic? Rules. Tests? Rules. Life? Rules. Well, some rules anyway. My life has rules too. Not my rules mind you, but my father's. Even his rules are not all his. But…

Conveyor Lady

For the most part, it was smooth. Though worn in a few areas, it was in its peak-prime-shape for sure. Sliding along on its rollers the sound was soothing to Tasha who'd just finished her daily inspection of the life of the plant.The line, better known to you an…

A Family of Should Haves

The gathering of the estranged family members was not for the joyful reason Martha Cole had planned, or instead hoped for. No, this gathering was a post-funeral meeting for the passing of Ms. Cole. Sitting in Ms. Cole’s private office was a group of nine people, most of whom…