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  • I am a US Veteran, having served for a decade between both the Army and the Navy, (yes two boot camps.
  • I met my wife online at a time when it was scandalous to do so.
  • I moved to Canada to be with her.
  • We have five children and two grandchildren.
  • My taste in music ranges from Enya to Megadeth.
  • My favorite genres are sci-fi and fantasy.

I plan to write fiction in the genres that I enjoy — that is all. I may or may not earn something along the way but the end goal is to get better…


We should have stayed quiet

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Look — there is the probe,” said Major Jessica Trellor, pilot and commander of the shuttle Voltaire. She tapped her copilot, Marcus Drake, on the shoulder to pull his attention away from the instruments he was monitoring.

In the distance, Marcus could just make out the dumbbell-like shape of the probe.

“I’ll prep the bay,” he said, unbuckling from the copilot seat. Once free of the chair, he drifted to the cargo bay control panel located on the aft bulkhead.

“Damn if Alcubierre wasn’t spot on,” said Marcus as he began running readiness tests on the cargo bay doors and…


We have a moral obligation

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Gregory Kern was interrupted while he worked by the expected knock at his office door. He glanced at his watch. Its digital face displayed six o’clock exactly and Kern was pleased with his appointment’s punctuality.

“Come in,” Kern called as he stood up.

The door opened and a smartly dressed man entered. He paused a moment, checked his watch, then closed the door gently. Crossing the distance to Kern’s desk, the visitor offered his hand.

“Good evening Mr. Kern,” the man said, “My name is Damian Foss.”

“Good to meet you. May I offer you a drink?” Kern asked, already…


Our research could save millions

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Genesis, show me subject five please,” said doctor Morgan Harper while scanning through text displayed on his datapad.

“Complying,” said Genesis from speakers mounted in the ceiling.

Almost instantly the wall in front of Harper brightened to show a live video feed of a sterile metal cage containing a single white chimpanzee. At the top of the enclosure, four robotic arms were connected to a motorized swivel mechanism. Two of the arms were designed to restrain, while the other pair contained a swiss-army-knife collection of tools.

Many clear plastic tubes, capped by needles, penetrated the animal’s body while various liquids…


Loneliness is being forgotten

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Jack watched the Earth rotate beneath him. The blue and white surface of the planet changing to black as the station’s orbit moved it through its shadow once more, a cycle that repeated day after day, year after year.

Still no lights, Jack thought.

He didn’t expect any. He hadn’t seen lights on the surface of the planet since he emerged from cold sleep three years ago. If there was something there, anything, to show humanity persisted he might have harbored some hope. As it stood, his hope was now in oblivion.

From what he could conclude by watching and…


Fiction

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It was a comfortably warm Sunday afternoon.

As a matter of fact, it was the kind of comfortably warm Sunday afternoon one would ordinarily enjoy by lounging in a hammock whilst sipping from a glass of cold iced tea. Unfortunately for Duncan Jori, sipping iced tea in a hammock was far from how was actually spending his day.

You see, rather than lounging in the warm afternoon sun like the majority of his neighbors, Duncan was hauling miscellaneous items from within his garage and stacking them rather haphazardly in his driveway. A task that seemed to be entertaining his nearest…


Poetry

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I took the easy way out when things got hard,
leaving behind our troubles instead of working them out.
I did love you father — your only son;
with tears you said goodbye but I didn’t hear you.

For twenty years I stayed away,
trying to avoid your drunken conversations.
Life didn’t turn out as we wanted,
you’d tell me that each time we talked.

I did visit when you had lost your brother.
I stayed with you and slept on your couch.
I was thirty-five years old that year,
But you still came in and tucked me into bed.


Fiction

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“Well, that’s it then?” Thomas asks me. “Just like that you suddenly want me to disappear? After all these years you think you’re going to simply throw me to the side like some unwanted piece of rubbish?”

I grimace.

As much as I expected this reaction it still set me on edge. I never voiced my plans to Thomas, yet like always, he has an uncanny knack for reading my thoughts. He is correct of course because I am indeed planning to be rid of him.

Ignoring him I start my car and back out of my driveway. In the…


Prose poetry

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“Do you hear that?” sadly asked the queen, of the little prince so small,
“That’s the sound of signal trumps, the horns announce it all!”
She bowed her head in silence, to pray her lord not fall,
Standing desperate with her son, on the steps of Honors Hall.

The little prince looked to his mum asking, “Why did father go?”
“I’m far too young to wear his crown, surely he must know.”
“Yet I will do as father bids, with faith as pure as snow,”
“And so must you do as he asks, your strength to all must show.”

The…


Fiction

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“Cindy? We should probably get going if you expect to avoid the traffic,” John shouted to his wife from the bottom of the stairs.

“I just need another minute John, please. I’m getting the box for Jason.”

“The note?”

“Yeah.”

Cindy pulled her brother’s box off the bookshelf and placed it on the large oak desk he used when working on his writing projects. Other than the name engraved on the brass nameplate mounted to the lid, Jason’s box was identical to the one she kept under her bed at home. …

Patrick Kemp

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