Ben: …rises in slow motion. Ride of the Valkyries begin playing somewhere on a vinyl record as he whips out his Tommy paintball Gun and lets his blue balls fly. The Studebaker explodes in a rush of color. Jaselyn peers out over the car but can’t see Ben. Oh wait, there he is, running along […]
The Holodeck: Part #5
The Andrew Sisters “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy” Edward: Standing there face to face, their eyes locked. Edward feels an itch on his leg. The itch causing his trigger finger to squeeze “put” The shot is wide “Oh Sh-t” says Edward looking like a kid in a candy store. Suddenly, volley after volley of paint balls […]
The Holodeck: Part #4
Glenn Miller’s “In The Mood” Sugie: Sugie and Ben adapt quickly. Ben has on a lime green zoot (sp corrected) suit which Sugie thinks looks quite fine, especially with the fedora tilted just so. She, however, has on a slinky evening gown, and curses the era. As the pair hunt down Angela and Jaselyn, they […]
The Holodeck: Part #3
Mitchell Woods: All the while, rings of white flash in the bare rooftop moonlight (there is an extraneous moon in the sky; long story) as a Templar knight sways and lunges around Mitchell’s flourishing claymore. Mitchell missteps; at once the knight dives into range with lombard sword stretched skyward. But here, in the clamor of […]
The Holodeck: Part #2
Benjamin Scheinfieldo: A deadly shadow slithers into the garage. It’s Ben. Moving at a half crouch, he makes his way behind the sofa and checks his blue paintball gun at the ready in his twitching fingers. Still smarting from where Angela’s shot hit his thigh, his mind is busy formulating a plan of wholesale destruction. […]
The Holodeck: Part #1
THE HOLODECK: THE EMPTY GARAGE Jaselyn B. Taubel: **As I come racing through the door, I realize the garage isn’t as empty as I thought, and I hide myself behind an old bicycle, covered by a dusty tarp as I reload my paintball gun. I hear the door crack open a bit, and aim my […]
The Holodeck
I have had the pleasure of knowing some very special writers. Writers are an amazing kind of people and I am honored to be among them. The world is a playground and the imagination of a writer is the limit. We’re adults who never stop playing at make-believe, who never stopped believing in magic, who […]