Misterdoe's Fiction

The sun rose on the beautiful desert landscape, just like it had the day before, and like it would the next day. A city dweller unused to such a site would have been in awe, but to Bud Green, a cashier pulling the graveyard shift at a 24-hour gas station on a lonely stretch of [...]

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9/25/09: Added a vignette that will be part of an upcoming story, told by a narrator who’s been trapped in a VR game by the game’s “host,” a megalomaniac who wants to be the boss of every “atom and bit on Earth, for a start,” in her own words. When the narrator decides not to [...]

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I felt the van begin moving, and then suddenly stop. The hands pinning my shoulders and holding onto my wrists let go, and my blindfold was removed. The back door swung open, and the leather gloves were floating there again, holding what appeared to be a wad [...]

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“Yes, I’m sure you can,” said the voice in a conciliatory tone, “but as Kenneth is so fond of saying, ‘Every man has his price.’ Even if you wouldn’t choose to give out our location, someone could torture you or threaten a family member or something. We [...]

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“Excuse me?”
“Kenneth, no games. The frequency – what is it?”
I laughed, long and hard, remembering the story Dan Rather told about being beat up in an elevator by some strange men while one kept asking, “What’s the frequency, Kenneth?”
My “hostess,” or the hostess-voice at any rate, protested. [...]

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