Jnova's Stories

The Witness

2007-12-23T16:34:17Z

The boy looked on from the closet, clutching the stolen uranium.

Four Corners I Have Suffered

2007-08-21T01:37:06Z

Today, my children will have bread.

My oldest stands in the corner by the door. His still form hides the clenched fist I know is there. He is obedient, staring forward, but I can feel the anger radiating from him.

He hates me.

The man comes into my small room without knocking. He looks at me- lust and loathing in his every footstep. When he reaches me he spares my other children a glance.
“Them”, he asks with a slight nod.

“They will not turn”, I say softly. “There is nowhere else for them to go.”

He does not answer, roughly grabbing my clothes and turning me around.
“Face the ground like the dog you are”, he says brusquely.

There is little sound but my youngest crying and the rough breathing of the man behind me.

And then it is over. Again.

He pushes me to the floor and adjusts his clothing.

He throws a coin on the floor. His disgust is almost as high as his urgency to leave.

I do not look up until he turns and walks through the door.

When he is gone I grab the coin.

My children will eat today.

Oh, Humanity

2007-08-21T00:33:49Z

I have seen nations fall.

I have seen the lineage of Kings and Queens rise and fall like the ebbing of the ocean.

I have seen beggars reign and great men fall to paupers.
I have seen death, wars, and mankind on the brink of extinction many times.

And yet…. and yet nothing so shattering as this has ever occurred.

They left me.

Every man, woman, and child gone.
Took up into the sky for promises unseen. The hope of an unspoiled planet gleaming in their eyes. Without a thought they left their material possessions- clutching the promises of a winged being with liquid-soft eyes.

They left me.

Oh, Humanity.
I have been abandoned- discarded like a ragged toy long outgrown and barely recalled. My beauty no more than a fleeting memory in the pubescent mind of the human race.

I am so alone.

They left me.

Building an Adventure- The Island of Will

2007-08-07T17:21:57Z

You wake up to a sweet-smelling breeze. Your mind takes a moment to register that you are not home in your bed. You stand and look around at unfamiliar scene of an unspoiled tropical paradise. The ocean waves are soft and rhythmic, the trees are lazy and leaning with ripe fruit.

How did you get here?

To your left you here a scuttle and you turn only to hear the same scuttle to you right.

You are surrounded.

Dark shadows take form and soon they represent shapes uncannily familiar to you.

To the right of you are horse-like creatures, who seem noble and swift and can cross great distances.

To the left are large winged animals who look at you with predatory gleam.

Out of the ocean in front of you are dolphin-like beings with smiling faces and playful attitudes.

Finally, behind you are subterranean critters with long sharp claws perfect for burrowing, their slicked fur was covered with priceless jewels and gems.

You turn around in confusion as the creatures encircle you.

“Choose”, they boom.

Rebuttal... 1 min fic

2007-08-04T08:00:59Z

Creative expressions comes in many forms.
And while we may not appreciate impromptu live action theatre, speed chess, furtive tag art- or one minute paragraphs, I think we, as a creative community, can shrug, shake our heads and think- ” It may not be my cup of tea, but at least they’re trying different things”.
And move on.

(3 min)

1 min ficlet returns for more

2007-08-03T17:33:14Z

Oh Chinese food buffet
with your chicken and broccoli
fried shrimp and crab legs and
squid?... eww.

Oh, my plate is so small yet so full of sauce- laden tender bits.
General Tso’s, sesame chicken….. pizza? mmmm… little sushi rolls.

I love office lunch get-togethers.

Lets use our Iphones and Flickr our delicious delectables.

So full, so very full.

Oh look! Teeny-tiny cup-cakes.

(3min)

p.s. (fortune says “Action with a brain. Today you should proceed with caution”. Should I be worried?)

1 min ficlet...... and GO!

2007-08-02T20:05:53Z

Umm… Pizza.

The traveling pizza.
Was born of dough, refined in an 355 degree oven. Specially prepared with tender mushrooms, pepperoni and Italian ham.

Gently slid into a fresh cardboard box. Given into the watchful hands of the delivery man.

And was lost. Fell under the seat of a 1997 Honda Accord.

So sad was the fate of this perfect pizza.

The perfect slice, alas, I will never know you.

(2 minutes).

Fast food killed us... hippies will finish us off

2007-08-01T00:12:02Z

Some say it was in the high fructose corn syrup. Others say it was in the trans fat, or homogenized whatever.
But it was the meat that killed us.
All I know is when people started dying, I barely noticed. I was too busy scraping for food, finding coke cans for change.
I hadn’t really eaten in two days.
Death fell everywhere.When the silence started getting to me, I rode my bike as far as I could everyday and holed up at night, aiming for parks.
When I found survivors it was suddenly. A group of partially hidden people sat around bustling fire, swaying to the rhythm of a low chant led by a man wearing nothing but stringed acorns.
“Welcome sister”, a voice behind me whispered.
The group at the fire silently stood.
“Welcome to the New Age”, they singsonged.
“Those that past have died for their sins of eating our fellow animals.”
“Those that remain will start a new cycle of love and rebirth, living in peace and harmony with all animal-kind”

“Hippies!”, I cried as I turned and ran.
“God save us from Hippies!”

Dead Dreams

2007-07-31T02:35:06Z

When I dream I dream of deserts. Dry, dead, wastelands, scuttling beetles scraping on molted gray trees.

When I dream I dream of despair.
Deserted cityscapes, angry red skies and jagged peaks. Diseased red-eyed rodents, emboldened, angry, formidable.

When I dream I dream of death.
Deep blackened skies choking lifeless planets.
Unfathomable voids- ripping, tearing in ever-expanding darkness.

Darkness. Emptiness.
Disease. Death. Despair.
Every night in my dreams.

When I awaken, I am empty.
A shell. A vessel. An Outsider.

I put on my mask.
I smile. Pratice. Smile again.
Good.

Another day at the office.

Caturday

2007-07-31T01:55:06Z

It’s time.
Uncurling, stretching… graceful awakening.
Cleaning, tidying. All is right. Beauty.
Sniffing, listening. Waiting silence.
Creeping, slinking through.
Running stairs, silently.
Crouching. Still. Creep.
Looking, listening.
Covered forms.
Sniffing.
Wait..
....

LEAP !
Moving forms.
Noise, yells, screams.
Meows, hands, hiss, shoes.
Run, shoes, noise.
Silence, still.
Stop.
Food?
Food…..?

Running stairs, silently.
Crouching. Still. Creep.
Looking, listening.
Covered forms.
Sniffing.
Wait..
....

Past, Future Johns need to leave me the hell alone

2007-07-30T18:05:41Z

Alright. So, I’m twenty-one, finally in college doing a bit of the classes thing and a lot of partying. I’m sitting on my bed playing Xbox, beating the sh*t out of some guy from Norway, when this little twerp with huge glasses appears on my bed.
“Dude”, I say, looking back at the screen. “Leave me alone.”

“John”, he whines, “I really need the answers to my history final. I tried to study, but there was the Star Trek marathon on..”
“I don’t care”, I one-arm him off the bed, aiming a easy sniper head shot with my other hand. “You suck at history…HA! Mega-Kill. Die sucka!”
I glance over to him, “Beat it, loser.”
“Jerk”, he mutters before he disappears.
It sucks because now I have the memory of asking myself for the history answers and getting denied. Lame.
“Can’t a guy get some peace”, I sigh, starting a new session.
I reach over to grab a beer and there’s a hand stopping me.
“John”, a guy in a business suit says to me. “I have an important message from the future for you.”
There’s goes my day.

A Child's Last Plea

2007-04-08T00:22:28Z

I am the last one left.
My twelve brothers and sisters. My mother, father,aunts, uncles, cousins… all gone.

I don’t know why they have spared me so far. Waiting in this cold metal room, with the constant clicks and buzzing of their language all around me. It has left me numb. Resigned.

But I have a secret.

If, when, they come for me, I will bite them, scratch them, tear at their pale leathery skin if I have to. Anything to draw blood.

Heh. I will be the one to infect THEM .

That’s what I was born for. It’s what my parents tried thirteen times for. I’m Lucky thirteen.

I don’t know how many humans are left out there- ekking out existence in caves and sewers. But to them I say: Hold on, please hold on just a little longer.

Vengence is coming- and her name is Lucky.

This alien abduction crap is starting to tic me off

2007-04-01T03:39:21Z

Lookee here- I know we all got our jobs to do. And I’m not trying to be all in your face and whatnot- but this stealing people in the middle of the night thing is really starting to burn my griddle- if you know what I mean.

I’m sure you’re just following orders from your high commander and they’re bustin’ your balls about your probe quota or whatever.

But man, why my truck route from New Mexico to Nevada always gotta be interrupted with the damn blue lights and electric pulses and freakin’ blackouts?

I got a job to do, too, you know. And my boss is bustin’ my balls about my rounds being eight hours behind schedule four times straight!

And what am I supposed to tell him? Some retarded green midget took me for a probing and a show last night. Again. Sorry boss, I’m sure you understand.

No, siree. My boss will not fall for it, ‘specially since I had to take time off last month for that mermaid I found in my tub.
Now that was some probing I could be proud of.

Freakin' Lasers!

2007-03-21T17:53:28Z

I may not be a spring pup anymore but I’ll tell ya… I like this whole super power business that’s been going on.

At first I didn’t like that little Ashley girl messing with my dog, Pappy. The were always yappin and yawing sounding like a bunch of drowning hound dogs to me. But then she let me know the poor fella had a sore tooth and that’s why he hasn’t been as frisky as he used to. So I guess I see how this superpower business could be useful.

And then I woke up with these freakin’ lasers shooting out of my eyes. Damn near burned my roof down. Aheh!

Now, you might not think shooting lasers out of your eyes would be any sort of useful. But I beg to differ… it’s the easiest way to keep those ragamuffins off my damn lawn.

Ohhh, here comes that long-legged Taylor kid. Go git’em, Pappy!

Hey you- Stay off my damn lawn!

My superpower sucks

2007-03-21T14:35:57Z

With the recent wave of people receiving super powers I would like to officially declare that my super power sucks.

My mom got super speed, dad can explode objects with his mind, even my stupid little sister can breathe under water… brat.

Jimmy across the street can fly. Ashley talks to animals. Taylor walks to school in fourteen steps with his stupid super stretch legs.

Even old man Winston can shoot lasers out of his eyes – LASERS OUT OF HIS EYES !

So why couldn’t I get a cool super power like that? I waited and waited and waited and this is what I get?! My family says that this its cool, and I’ll ‘appreciate it when I’m older’, but they don’t understand.

Why the hell would I want every girl I touch to fall in love with me?

Anyone want to trade?