Submissions by jasonedwarddias (Jason Dias)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Mar 2016 4:07am
5th Mar 2016 4:07am
Excerpt from Half-Lives, #2
Today's project was to wonder if some of the strange quantum behaviors of photons and electrons might be reproduced at a larger scale. Say, at the level of an atom or even a molecule. Just as he had all his books open to the right pages, the phone rang again.
"Hello?" he said, shoving the receiver into the space between his head and shoulder, trapping it there with his ear.
"Timothy?"
He did not recognize the voice. "Yes. Who's speaking?"
A burst of static confused the answer. He was sure he heard the name of an unfamiliar woman. Then the rest...
"Hello?" he said, shoving the receiver into the space between his head and shoulder, trapping it there with his ear.
"Timothy?"
He did not recognize the voice. "Yes. Who's speaking?"
A burst of static confused the answer. He was sure he heard the name of an unfamiliar woman. Then the rest...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Mar 2016 3:42am
5th Mar 2016 3:42am
Excerpt from Half-Lives
She laughed now, the tension broken as if it were never there. "Why are we pointing this thing at that box of smoke to begin with?" Jill asked.
"You know about cesium beam clocks?"
"Oh, wow - is this one?"
"Almost. There is a cesium atom in there, and we're going to measure it constantly. We won't count the vibrations, though, not for the sake of time. We are measuring its vibrations so we know it's still cesium."
"Is it entangled?" she asked.
"Good job, yes, yes it is. What leads you to that conclusion?"...
"You know about cesium beam clocks?"
"Oh, wow - is this one?"
"Almost. There is a cesium atom in there, and we're going to measure it constantly. We won't count the vibrations, though, not for the sake of time. We are measuring its vibrations so we know it's still cesium."
"Is it entangled?" she asked.
"Good job, yes, yes it is. What leads you to that conclusion?"...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Jan 2016 1:00am
18th Jan 2016 1:00am
Fresh
Snow paints over the trees
Green is erased, replaced, gone
The canvas reset
Green is erased, replaced, gone
The canvas reset
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jan 2016 5:28pm
12th Jan 2016 5:28pm
Deluge
I hang my head in the deluge
but, behind the storm,
flowers bloom.
but, behind the storm,
flowers bloom.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Dec 2015 5:14pm
28th Dec 2015 5:14pm
Excerpt from What Hope Wrought, coming February 2016
Admiral Vikensa had a private galley above the mess. He had adopted a pose for me: he faced away, at parade rest, hands clasped behind his back. The sun was going down in a storm of orange and red. When I came in, he turned to face me, leaned against the plate glass.
I hate posers.
I popped a salute and he returned it casually. “At ease,” he said.
“Thank you, Admiral.”
“I think you want me to help find you a boat.” His accent was slick, sexy. Spanish, maybe. He seemed to know it, too.
“How do you know that, Admiral?”
“Why else would soldiers risk getting their feet...
I hate posers.
I popped a salute and he returned it casually. “At ease,” he said.
“Thank you, Admiral.”
“I think you want me to help find you a boat.” His accent was slick, sexy. Spanish, maybe. He seemed to know it, too.
“How do you know that, Admiral?”
“Why else would soldiers risk getting their feet...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Dec 2015 3:54am
16th Dec 2015 3:54am
Goodbye
My friend died today.
We’ve been planning on it for months.
I’ve strung her along:
Feeding,
Coaching,
Reminding,
Medicating.
Up once or twice most nights
When she cried.
Two decades more or less,
Most of the days uneasy,
Never exactly good.
She only had affection for me,
And that sparingly.
The last few months of
Crying, sweating, vomiting, incontinence
Have been hard to bear.
Today, with her passing finally passed
I feel that strange brew of
Grief, relief, guilt.
That she’s gone, that it’s over, that I’m...
We’ve been planning on it for months.
I’ve strung her along:
Feeding,
Coaching,
Reminding,
Medicating.
Up once or twice most nights
When she cried.
Two decades more or less,
Most of the days uneasy,
Never exactly good.
She only had affection for me,
And that sparingly.
The last few months of
Crying, sweating, vomiting, incontinence
Have been hard to bear.
Today, with her passing finally passed
I feel that strange brew of
Grief, relief, guilt.
That she’s gone, that it’s over, that I’m...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Dec 2015 2:25am
13th Dec 2015 2:25am
Excerpt from The Worst of Us (coming in January, 2015)
It was late once again by the time Lisa had gotten all the notes in, dealt with test results for other patients, reviewed logs and prescriptions. Outside the hospital, rather than use the bus or train, she hailed a taxi.
The hospital was right downtown, and the address in her pocket was just a few blocks away. The cabbie didn’t speak any English so Lisa just handed him the card. He turned on the dome light, looked at the card for a moment, handed it back. The light went off and the car eased into movement.
Minutes later, Lisa climbed from the back. She gave the driver a twenty because...
The hospital was right downtown, and the address in her pocket was just a few blocks away. The cabbie didn’t speak any English so Lisa just handed him the card. He turned on the dome light, looked at the card for a moment, handed it back. The light went off and the car eased into movement.
Minutes later, Lisa climbed from the back. She gave the driver a twenty because...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2015 7:17pm
23rd Nov 2015 7:17pm
Kool Ade
What flavor would you like?
I've got cherry, strawberry, lemon-lime.
Any flavor you want, I've got it.
Too tart for you? Well, that'd be the cyanide.
Here, add as much sugar as you want. Mix up the flavors. Do whatever you want.
But drink your Kool Ade.
I've got cherry, strawberry, lemon-lime.
Any flavor you want, I've got it.
Too tart for you? Well, that'd be the cyanide.
Here, add as much sugar as you want. Mix up the flavors. Do whatever you want.
But drink your Kool Ade.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Nov 2015 1:22am
20th Nov 2015 1:22am
Dreams, cont.
Not every dream
Needs to be realized for
Life to be perfect.
For Jade-Pandora
Needs to be realized for
Life to be perfect.
For Jade-Pandora
#dreams
#inspirational
#uplifting
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
19th Nov 2015 3:19am
19th Nov 2015 3:19am
Excerpt from For Love of Their Children
"Our work is increasingly urgent," the Gravetender said. "We will require more Masters and more slaves."
"Yes, Great One." Lud bowed low, but it was hard to see the difference. He was old and stooped already, his eyes naturally turned towards his own feet. It was an effort these days to not bow. "Where does the Great One propose I procure them?"
"Put more pressure on the marketeers. Try not to bring too many of the pale people. Reserve them for the temples and the brothels. We can increase our stock through procurement as...
"Yes, Great One." Lud bowed low, but it was hard to see the difference. He was old and stooped already, his eyes naturally turned towards his own feet. It was an effort these days to not bow. "Where does the Great One propose I procure them?"
"Put more pressure on the marketeers. Try not to bring too many of the pale people. Reserve them for the temples and the brothels. We can increase our stock through procurement as...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Nov 2015 8:31pm
18th Nov 2015 8:31pm
Intro to The Girlfriend Project
Goodbye
“Goodbye, Ernest. I love you and I’ll see you in Heaven.”
“I don’t want you to die,” he said, knowing he couldn’t change it and that she was most likely right. Tonight was the night, her last night. She had been a big lady in life, big in body, big in spirit, always loving and giving and letting the looks and comments about her and about him just slide right off, though they secretly hurt very much.
“It’s all right, dear, I’m ready now. I’ve plenty of morphine. It won’t hurt. Once you’re away, I’ll just press the button and drift off to sleep for the last time. I...
“Goodbye, Ernest. I love you and I’ll see you in Heaven.”
“I don’t want you to die,” he said, knowing he couldn’t change it and that she was most likely right. Tonight was the night, her last night. She had been a big lady in life, big in body, big in spirit, always loving and giving and letting the looks and comments about her and about him just slide right off, though they secretly hurt very much.
“It’s all right, dear, I’m ready now. I’ve plenty of morphine. It won’t hurt. Once you’re away, I’ll just press the button and drift off to sleep for the last time. I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2015 00:14am
18th Nov 2015 00:14am
Untitled
Life is too short to
Dream each dream in full color
And then live them all
Dream each dream in full color
And then live them all
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