Showing posts with label Scott D. Hughey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scott D. Hughey. Show all posts
Double Date
By Scott D. Hughey
I share bodies with my disembodied twin brother. Usually I’m in control, except when my pulse races. We shouldn’t date, but Julie Valentine was worth trying.
Things went well until we kissed. “I had a great time Trevor,” she said, leaning across the street. I tried to kiss her but he finished the deed.
“Call me Nate.”
Julie giggled, thinking it a game. Now we’re all going steady. She thinks of Nate as my wild side. Maybe he is. All I know is I’ve never been kissed. Without practice, I’d probably stink at it. Better Nate than Trevor, I suppose.
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Scott D. Hughey is a writer of short stories, flash fiction and those ideas that refuse to leave him alone until he gets them down on paper. He primarily writes science fiction, fantasy and horror. Scott’s work will be appearing at www.dailylove.net early 2011.
By Scott D. Hughey
I share bodies with my disembodied twin brother. Usually I’m in control, except when my pulse races. We shouldn’t date, but Julie Valentine was worth trying.
Things went well until we kissed. “I had a great time Trevor,” she said, leaning across the street. I tried to kiss her but he finished the deed.
“Call me Nate.”
Julie giggled, thinking it a game. Now we’re all going steady. She thinks of Nate as my wild side. Maybe he is. All I know is I’ve never been kissed. Without practice, I’d probably stink at it. Better Nate than Trevor, I suppose.
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Scott D. Hughey is a writer of short stories, flash fiction and those ideas that refuse to leave him alone until he gets them down on paper. He primarily writes science fiction, fantasy and horror. Scott’s work will be appearing at www.dailylove.net early 2011.
Alienated
By Scott D. Hughey
A matter transporter could revolutionize life as we know it on the planet. Or, it could be used to play immature pranks, such as transporting me to work. Convenient? Yes, except I was drying off after a shower at the time.
"Honest boss, an alien did this to me." The conversation got awkward after that. When I got home, the alien was still laughing.
I always assumed if aliens visited here, they’d either take the planet over or save us from ourselves. It never occurred to me they’d be such jerks.
The sooner he goes back to Earth, the better.
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Scott D. Hughey is a writer of short stories, flash fiction and those ideas that refuse to leave him alone until he gets them down on paper. He primarily writes science fiction, fantasy and horror. Scott’s work will be appearing at www.dailylove.net early 2011.
By Scott D. Hughey
A matter transporter could revolutionize life as we know it on the planet. Or, it could be used to play immature pranks, such as transporting me to work. Convenient? Yes, except I was drying off after a shower at the time.
"Honest boss, an alien did this to me." The conversation got awkward after that. When I got home, the alien was still laughing.
I always assumed if aliens visited here, they’d either take the planet over or save us from ourselves. It never occurred to me they’d be such jerks.
The sooner he goes back to Earth, the better.
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Scott D. Hughey is a writer of short stories, flash fiction and those ideas that refuse to leave him alone until he gets them down on paper. He primarily writes science fiction, fantasy and horror. Scott’s work will be appearing at www.dailylove.net early 2011.
