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Entropy

Entropy by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com     

At some point in time, there was a woman. What kind of woman meant nothing. If you thought about it, who cared if it was a woman, a man, or a child? So what? Seriously, it really was stupid to get bent out of shape trying to distinguish one from another. Even though everyone spent wasting a lifetime doing so, as they slowly wasted away.   Read more….. »

Almost Midnight

Almost Midnight by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com     

It’s almost midnight here on death row. At any moment now, my time on this earth may be up for good.

If you don’t mind listening, I want to tell you my story before it’s too late. It’s not worth much, because I haven’t had a very worthy life. But still, it’s my story and there isn’t much time before I’m gone from this world. That is, if all goes as others have planned for me.   Read more….. »

Blood Moon Rising

Blood Moon Rising by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com     

It was the night of the lunar eclipse, the fourth in less than two years. There would be a blood moon rising in the east, and it would hide in Gaia’s shadow at the appointed time. When it did, everything that had been predicted would come to pass, but few would have eyes to see. Despite this blindness, everything would be in perfect alignment and all in precise order, if all actors in the prophecy performed as they were directed to do.   Read more….. »

Diva’s Web

Diva's Web by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com     

She lays next to you, the object you always desired. The night is still, and the only sound you hear is the whisper of her breath on your body. It warms you. It chills you. A contradiction, just like everything about her.

It’s impossible for you to know what the right thing to do with her is. Should you remain with her, forever? Should you desert her, never to see her again?   Read more….. »

Mile Marker 327

Mile Marker 327 by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com     

The day is too hot, and the road is too boring. It’s sucking Foster’s soul dry, but that would mean he had a soul. But he doesn’t, since he threw it in God’s face so many years ago on a day he doesn’t want to remember.

So he stays on a road that depletes whatever zombie shell that’s left over from his long ago grand holy gesture. The road may lead to certain death at day’s end, or worse. But he doesn’t care. He tells himself this all the time, every day knowing that death or worse awaits him, that he might kill or be killed on this path he’s chosen.

But he never leaves the road. He would rather be dead than remember. He’s dead, anyway. Because would God ever want him back, when Foster threw his soul in the Almighty’s face all those years ago?

So starts the premise of Mile Marker 327, on another day that alternates between complete tedium coupled with the undercurrent of violence awaiting the man who calls himself Foster. It’s another day that’s too hot for the calendar to agree, and another violent client awaits Foster at the end of the highway he travels. God forgot about him long ago. He knows that, because there’s nowhere for him to go without the soul he discarded, and isn’t sure if he wants back.

Without his soul, this is the path Foster’s condemned to, with no end in sight except for perhaps the mercy of a bullet or some other tragedy.

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I Saw Jason On Thursday The 13th

I Saw Jason On Thursday The 13th by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com     

I saw Jason on Thursday the 13th.

Yes son, old geezer like me, I did. Saw the serial killer with my own very eyes. The one with the hockey mask, right here in my town. Believe you me, I truly did. Live and in the flesh.

Look, son. I may come off like an old ignorant drunkard to a smart world traveler like yourself. But I’m all up to date on my celebrities.   Read more….. »

Population: One

Population: One by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com     

Night falls all around me while I drive, on the very first night of the Geminid meteor shower. If everything goes to plan, the sky show won’t arrive alone. Tonight will also feature the storm to end all storms, topped off with a surprise planetary alignment like a cherry on a toppling cake. I wonder what will happen when they all arrive on my tiny planet’s stage. If they do at all.   Read more….. »

Skim Milk With Cheeseburgers

Skim Milk With Cheeseburgers by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com     

Today I’m supposed to be meeting my sister Margie here at Sal’s Diner near my apartment. She has something important to tell me, supposedly. I got this text from her saying in all caps: “MARY IMPOTANT & UGENT: I MUST MEET U AT SALE’S DINNER AT ON PM SHARP. I NO U SEAM TO LIKE IT. DONUT BE LATE MARY. HAVE IMPOTENT NEWS”. With superior typing skills like that, it’s no wonder she’s an executive secretary. What do you think?   Read more….. »

One Hundred Sixty Eight Days After

One Hundred Sixty Eight Days After by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com     

You’ve heard the story before. A massive, unexplained disaster sweeps the land. There is no power. All electronics have been destroyed. Everyone hopes for help from the outside, but it doesn’t come. Modern civilization is gone forever. Every second is a fight for survival. In the midst of it, a lone female is left to wander in the wake of disaster, isolated and without anyone to help her.

Disaster fiction is full of these story lines, watching as the seemingly helpless and weak are left roaming the blotted landscape, all to be exploited by the most violent of the violent. But does this vicious and brutal plot have to be the story line in a post-apocalyptic world?

One Hundred Sixty Eight Days After is a novella that explores whether there is hope for humanity in post-civilization, or if the survivors are doomed to a vicious and gloomy life where everyone lives by the basest of animal instincts. Will the meek inherit the earth, or does survival of the fittest mean that the most violent bullies and tyrants will render the rest of the populace into submission? Is belief in humanity’s kindness a pipe dream, or reality? Follow the journey of Beth on her search for survival, community, security and perhaps the dream of once again living out a life of the highest of human instincts: hope, love, cooperation and friendship.

Available as an e-book on Amazon.

Orchid

Orchid by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com     

It was six months after Sherry’s divorce, 1994 just around the corner, and she hadn’t gone out on a date yet.

Everyone she knew was worried about her. “Oh, Sherry, you have to go out sometime. You can’t spend your whole life alone.” These were the same people who had encouraged her to divorce her husband. “Better to be alone than miserable,” they had told her.   Read more….. »

A Beautiful Kind Of Murder

A Beautiful Kind Of Murder by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com     

When Dwight wakes at dawn on the last day of his life, he is treated to winter blanketing his world. Today, it’s the day of first snow. Everything looks bright and new because of this. It’s as though nature has decided on a fresh start. A new season is beginning, right now. The orange morning sky seeps its color into the whitened landscape, its hues gently caressing the ground. Sky and earth are aligned in spirit. They declare that today is a beautiful day for freshness, and pure beginnings.   Read more….. »

Ghost Behind The Sunglasses

Ghost Behind The Sunglasses by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com     

Do you remember me? I remember you, and this is why.

The day you came back to haunt me, I was living my life just like any other day. There were no shadows cast around my heart, no cobwebs of despair that entangled me, or so I believed. My life, when it began that day,   Read more….. »

Fifty Shades Of Relativism

Fifty Shades Of Relativism by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com     

My dear readers, picture if you will, a rather grey misty day. The sun tries to peek out from behind the clouds. But alas, it fails miserably.   Read more….. »

Lie With Me

Lie With Me by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com

I awaken to the morning as I usually do. At first, I’m deluded into thinking that everything is the same as it always has been, that I lie here alone. It’s a deceptive thing to tell myself, that nothing has changed from all the other days. Because everything isn’t the same, not at all. You are here lying next to me, propped up on your arm watching me. Your silhouette blocks the sun, making you the predominant presence in my vision, cutting through my illusion of solitude. No, your very presence tells me, nothing is the same anymore after last night.   Read more….. »

It Was A Flash

It was a Flash by J. Kuzmier --  photo by John B. at JohnBdigital.com


TRANSMISSION COMMENCING     

Report #3: Memo to the free ones, if any are left, transmitted via short wave radio

This is an urgent message to any soul that still wishes to fight for humanity’s true freedom, after the disaster that took place only months ago. We the free ones are so few now, and it is so hard to determine enemy from friend. Therefore, this plea is one of desperation rather than one of patriotic zeal. For most of humanity has turned against us, corrupted as they have been by whatever enemy it is that has destroyed all but a few, in soul if not in body.   Read more….. »