We Always Stop To Help_ Cat Tale_The Light In Europa_Dark Dreams
Catalog Guide:
We Always Stop To Help
Before I saw him, I had read this scientific study. It said the major determinant of whether people stop to help a stranger is whether they are late. That made sense to me.Then he appeared and began to speak in that hypnotic voice:Where I come from, there are no beings like you. Let me explain.People who care always stop to help, no matter how late they are.There are no dogs in shelters or people who have no shelter because everyone lives in harmony.We never need police or military because people always talk it out.The purpose of life is to support others where I come from.We are not wise and ...
Cat Tale
A Cat TaleThe tense looking group of men looked up as ‘Doc’ Redding entered the hospital’s waiting area.John Beck, their Safety Manager, his sixth cup of coffee splashing onto his pantwww.onedoor.ccs as he jumped to his feet, demanded, “So? What’s the verdict?”“Catch your breath, John. Looks like we’ve had a miracle.”“Ya’ mean he’s gonna make it?”“By all rights your man should be dead. That twelve thousand volts melted the steel of his safety boot but didn’t even singe his big toe.”They all turned hearing a loud voice, shouting, “Doc, we just heard! The highway patrol said Robertson’s dead!”Glancing at the ...
The Light In Europa
From a distance it was a small flickering light in a vast sea of darkness. Invisible to the naked eye, being dwarfed by the other, much stronger, lights surrounding it. Alone and isolated, something that no human was ever meant to see, but humanity has a way of looking past what they can see to see what could be.What could be took time and innovation, four years of meticulous calculation and numerous simulations to establish a base of operations on the frozen over sphere known as Europa, one of Jupiter's many moons, and that was after six long years of space travel. Now, the donut shaped base...
Dark Dreams
[Note: this is a sequel to the story "Lies of the Rational Mind", although it can be read as a standalone story]The aftermath of whatever had gone down was grisly, grislier than most supernatural crime scenes I had investigated. I’m slightly ashamed to admit I’d had to run to the toilet to puke immediately. I returned to the bedroom a shade paler than usual, brushed underneath the yellow and black tape crossing the doorway, and appraised the corpse for a second time, trying my utmost to ignore the viscid stench of rotting offal emanating from it.‘Demon’s work,’ I said to myself, crouching on m...