At one time I dated this girl that use to make fun of me whenever I said I was positive about anything. She used to say it was not good to be positive because something could always change. I found out that she was right.
Breathing frantically and with sweat pouring down my face, nothing around me seemed familiar. Splitting myself constantly, it was becoming more difficult to figure out which me was where. Confusion was setting into my unconscious mind at night when while sleeping. Between that and all the half real dreams in strange places, it seemed like I was never in the same place twice.
Baal had been in my dream this time, or nightmare, trying to come through the glass as he had done just a few hours before. Not wearing a
Watching an episode of ‘The Twilight Zone’ when I was in college, I wondered about time. Time was a strange thing we knew almost nothing about. Standing in the hallway without any sound or light, a pin dot sized light come from the end of the hallway. Heading toward the light I passed the interrogation room and then the board room. With the light still growing in size my body kept heading toward it. Stopped and leaning against the wall, there was no recollection of the building ever being that long. Focusing on the lights being on, light blared into the hallway with enough force to blind me for a moment. I thought I was looking down the hallway, but there was nothing
Expectations of life in the mind of every child leave anything to the imagination to become reality. When you are older those expectations change and reality of life starts to beat down imagination. In the end those who can keep more of their imagination are the ones that end up as the minority and seem odd to the rest of the world. Sitting down next to Delilah, the server poured wine for the table. Around the room there were some nervous faces and one that was stone cold as ever. “So, General, I am sure you want to begin your questions,” picking up my glass. “Almost a month ago I did say I would tell you what you wanted to know over the last ten years. Now is your opportunity, but remember something,” taking a sip of wine, “there are
Life is a crazy and bizarre thing to behold and even more strange to actually live out. My own life has been more interesting than most. Time, and a lot of it, has been spent on trying to understand why this all happened to me. Finally, I realized there was no point in asking that question. The purpose of me having these abilities is much more important and even if I did find out why I was like this, I could not go back and change it. Matt and Bob are running all the business, now. To be honest, I would shut them all down if it was not for the fact they employed a large number of people and I do not want to make them all jobless. The family is all looking over their shoulders and either seeing the government following them aroun
I’ve been sitting in a concrete, steel reinforced room with three two-way mirrors and a twelve inch thick titanium door since the turn of the Millennium. My prison has 238 digital micro cameras that let my keepers watch and record every single movement I make. Well, every movement the cameras are able to see and record. Truth be told, the normal human eye has no chance of ever catching my every gesture. You see, there is an unbelievable world under the everyday façade that you wander around in. That’s my world, the one you are oblivious to. Not that the world you are living in now isn’t the real world. By all means, it is. Your world is the only reason mine exists. My 21st birthday was the pinnacle. By pinnacle I mean just how self-aware I came to just how different I was from everyone else. Brutally, the world was flipped upside down and has never been nor will it ever be the same again. Not for me and a few others, that is.
“Michael,” a voice said softly breathing heavy breath with a delicate whisper into my ear. “Michael, don’t you have a meeting?” My eyelids tried to unglue themselves and pop open. Where is here? What was that fluttering sound? Whose voice was that whispering in my ear? Turning my head to see the pale off white skin and pinkish cheeks of a blonde woman I couldn’t remember the name of. My mind was racing to come up with a name. “Sharon? No. Sara? No.” It was too early to try and remember names. “What, baby?” slyly. Of course it was smooth enough not to be noticed and went over fine. She looked at me with soft eyes telling me she had just woke up. “Don’t you have a meeting?” “Yeah,” looking at the window of blinds behind her. The sun was a bit of a pinkish orange with a hint of yellow reflecting onto the ceiling. At that moment I knew what time it was. “Let’s see. It’s 7:13, right?”
Bars had always been a fun place for me. Little did I know that someone in the bar that night was not my friend. Just watching me from the other side of the room as closely as they could. Of course, I was oblivious. “Michael!” My best friend in the world, Matt Hickson, was throwing me a birthday celebration at one of my favorite sports bars, Riled. “Get over here and take a shot, mate!” He yelled when he drank too much. The entire bar was aware of him that night. Matt worked for me. How could I not hire my best friend? He was the only one that actually tried to be my friend in college. I was the genius prodigy and he was the imported British guy. It worked for us. We were inseparable from the first pint together and the first shot of Tequila just sealed the deal. Jimmy, the owner of Riled, didn’t care that I was under 21. No one thought of me as a kid. They all saw me as the guy that owned a few successful companies an
Bathwater warm ocean washed over my feet as the shells rattled against one another. The sun was setting over the water to the west and reflecting all the way south. It resembled the Florida Keys with the palm trees and shells clanking around. To the north side of the sun was the Rocky Mountain range of Vale, Colorado as the sun went down. I could see the sloped snow range as the twinkling light reflected off every flake. My heart pounded faster to the north with the mountains than the south with the ocean. I could see myself sitting on the porch of the Chateau in Vale while I was sitting on the beach. I could see the shells of the beach on my feet in the sand from the rail of Vale. Could this be? As the sun went down, the light brightened in my eyes with the haze and glare. My eyes raced back and forth furiously. I could feel a cold hand on my face and echoes of a voice in the distance. “Michael!” The voice was growing loud
Sitting there catching my breath, I watched Bob coordinate everything for 30 minutes before he came back over to check on me. By then I had gathered myself and had plenty of time to focus my thoughts and memories of the last 35 minutes into some sort of single order. “You alright?” He didn’t seem to really know whether that was the right question to ask or not. It was obvious he did mean every word and was truly concerned with my state, but I could tell he thought it was a dumb question given the circumstances. Anyone else would have been in complete shock. “Yeah, I’m fine. How’s Fred doing?” Understandably, he looked over his shoulder at Fred and then back at me. Fred was active and animated talking to another detective. “I’m guessing you know him,” he said with what would become a normal look for me from that point on, puzzled. “No. I have no idea who he is. I just know his name.” Being honest was the best thing