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Violet Odyssey: Chapter 6

  I trudged out into the noisy lab, already missing the stuffy quiet of the conference room. The lights shut off behind me, the door sliding closed and cutting off my retreat. My eyes went straight to the windows. A breath of relief filled my lungs at the sight of the sky, dyed deep Tyrian and dark verdigris. I let the breath out slowly, completely floored by how the sky of an Odyssey Night could shift from nearly black purple and deep blue into brighter greens and reds, like rainforest canopy and cardinal robes stirred together in the clouds. Astounding , I mouthed silently. The bang of a steel canister snapped me out of my daydream, if you could call it that this late at night. A box full of tragically mismatched supplies was shoved across a steel table at me. Evelyn’s scowling face glowered at me from the other side. “Since no one else knows how to deal with you, I’ve been volunteered to get you up to speed,” she sneered, the word volunteered dripping with resentment. “...
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Violet Odyssey: Chapter 5

  The air inside the dusty portable was, if possible, hotter than the scorched sand outside. I grimaced as I peeled my sweat-soaked back from the sticky plastic chair and stole a glance outside. The trio of executives in their crisp polos were still talking with my acoustics professor beneath the shade of a tan canopy strung from the side of the temporary office. I couldn't make sense of their conversation over the squeaking of the dangerously off-balance ceiling fan threatening to tear itself from the shoddy ceiling with every revolution, but I silently thanked God for its blessed reprieve from the New Mexico heat. I sat back and let out a long sigh. I thumbed through the trial application in my lap for the hundredth time, pausing on the page headed: SCHMID SONIC ENVELOPE TRIALS An Endeavor into Spatial Isolation Through Waveforms and Phase Manipulation A final gambit by the disgraced Dr. Schmid, bankrupting himself and his foundation for one last shot at a proof of conce...
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Violet Odyssey- Chapter 4

  I felt warm sunlight on the side of my face as I lifted it from the desk, blinking and yawning loudly. I groaned and rotated my wrist. My forearm was numb and red where my head had been resting. Wiping a line of drool from the corner of my mouth, I looked stealthily around the room. "Good morning, sleepyhead." Evelyn's voice made me jump. I grimaced, peeled a damp research assignment off my elbow, and looked over my shoulder. "Nrrhhh... Is Professor Falk still out?" "Lucky for you, yeah." She smirked. "What's wrong with you? Falling asleep in waveforms again? It's a nine o'clock class. Even the party houses can slug through that." Her usual frown settled back onto her face as a strand of ash-blonde hair slipped across one eye. Evelyn Strauss was uncommonly pretty for a graduate student in Stellar Orbit Numerology. Most women who looked like her had already escaped academia with two- or four-year degrees in law, com...
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Violet Odyssey - Chapter 3

  The rest of the ride was eerily quiet. For my part, I couldn't put any useful thought into words. Colonel Killough had retreated to his enviable stoicism, wearing a glower that would've made Plato nervous. The Staff Sergeant and Crew Cut had disappeared behind their professional masks again. I pressed my cheek against the cool window glass and let my mind wander out of the jeep and into the sky, following ribbons of teal aurora over not-quite-solid stone battlements and into clandestine towers of gleaming brass. I imagined what it would be like to sit on the edge of those hard-light walls and watch the sunrise race toward me, or see the moon skim over the Sierra Nevadas. Normally, thoughts like that would've lulled me to sleep. Not tonight. Not after the bone-chilling revelation Chuckles—the comedian Colonel—had just dropped in my lap. Two weeks after graduating high school, I'd watched the Aeris kick the laws of matter and energy squarely in the teeth befo...
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Violet Odyssey- Chapter 2

  I clapped my notebook closed, leaving my green pen between the pages to mark my place. It always pissed my research lead off that I wrote in green. I'd sat through far too many lectures on professionalism, but Acoustic-Harmonic wave theory was hardly the stuff of great focus and attention these days, so none of my superiors had much fight behind their bluster. Dubbed the "Music Class" of the scientific world, Acoustic-Harmonics (ACH) and their associated wave theories were all the rage when I was in primary school. People had an idea that the Violet Incursion was caused by radio transmissions from outer space interacting with our ionosphere. Basically, an intelligently designed aurora borealis. At eight years old, I was completely smitten with the idea, and I loved music. It felt natural, so I made it my mission. I'd listen to AC/DC's Thunderstruck and Pink Floyd's Learning to Fly while I did my homework and watched old clips of Odyssey Years with Dad in...
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Violet Odyssey: The City of Brass

 It had been unseen for over nine years, and the tenth was drawing to a close with the flight of the fireflies and the last gasp of spring's chill before the rough heat and humidity of summer settled over the kingdom. The paling blue hue in the sky looked ordinary and wonderful in every way from the tops of the shrugging hills, where long grass swayed among lightning bugs. But the lights that flickered and danced across the yawning stone-and-metal meadow below radiated anxiety and enterprise. They told a story of opportunity and apprehension. The "ordinary" blue sky above abandoned its pleasant ruse without violence or alarm. Rather, it seemed almost playful as it shed its cloak of deepening black and indigo. The clouds rolled over and shifted into clear but luminous vapor. Where their ghostly outlines had been fading into the coming night, they took on solid form, tracing the shapes of the impossible. Meanwhile, the light reversed course, and color blushed back into the ...
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Penumbra- A short story

  Penumbra Chapter 1 Shards of terracotta clay fanned out across the yellow dirt, skipping into Choya bushes and under what was left of the exploded boat. A disquieted critter, maybe a lizard, skittered from underneath the wreckage and into the treacherous thicket of cactus in the failing light. I dropped my Red Ryder down on the boat shell and shook my head. “Not making that mistake again” I muttered to myself. It didn’t matter if the mysterious critter had a diamond ring around its little tail. Nothing was worth going anywhere near a Choya bush. With gnarled, green limbs covered stem-to-stern in inch-long white needles stretching over 6 feet tall, Choya was called “Jumping Cactus” for a reason. If you so much as brushed into it, the inconspicuously barbed white needles would latch into your skin or clothing. Your well-intentioned response would be to pull away, which takes an entire segment of the vicious cactus along for the ride, turning one puncture into dozens. I wince, memo...
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