Step 1: Create chaos and fear.
Step 2: Blame it on someone else.
Step 3: Pretend to be a caring savior.
Step 4: Become a ruthless dictator.
It works every time the majority becomes helpless fools, unable to care for themselves.
Author: timothyfrench15
Hello, my name is Timothy French. I’m a blogger, writer, and author of Every Yard Is A Grave. A Post-Apocalyptic Novella.
Microfiction – Revenge
Struck, I fell, my hand opening slowly like the petals of a flower in the morning sun. By eve it closed into a fist of stone. Rising, revenge was taken upon my enemies. The kingdom was mine, and no warrior hence has been allowed to stand up from the battlefield to fight another day.
Shift – Brain Games
Continued from scene fifty-seven
By morning I was feeling a little pissed. Jeff thinks he has a trusting wife, but she’s not. And Karen scanned my memories without a second thought. Was privacy a thing of the past?
Don’t trust me. I don’t trust you, was my conclusion.
“Good morning Babe,” said Karen as she walked past, with a glancing kiss.
“Good Morning,” I replied, my brain quickly scanning hers.
Don’t trust me. I don’t trust you, my words flowing right back at me. She knows.
“Sweetie, I’ve been playing this game my entire life.
“Dammit, Karen, we have to trust one another.”
“I trust you.”
“I’ve heard that before. But you scanned my memories as soon as I walked through the door last night.”
“And you had your friends lie for you.”
“You wouldn’t have known without a scan.”
“Doc’s a terrible liar. Remember?” I had probable cause.
“Coffee?”
“Sure, my head is beginning to hurt.”
“Don’t drink so much next time.”
“It’s not the booze?”
“Christian, I’m a complicated woman. Maybe you should tackle someone else’s thoughts for a while. The Jenkins boy just turned seven.”
Shift is an online work of fiction.
This is the first draft of my manuscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.
The story centers around shapeshifting.
I’m currently working on chapter Ten.
Shift – Secrets
Continued from scene fifty-six
I must admit I felt a little nervous walking through the front door alone. Olivia left when Doc called, and Jeff refused to come in and run cover for me. So my plan was to play the drunk card hard in the hopes I could just go to bed. But It didn’t work. Karen grabbed my arm as soon as I walked across the threshold.
“So let me be clear, Olivia has known about Jeff’s little bar for quite some time. She pretends not to so he can have his space, and I will not tell him otherwise. The same for Doc, who’s a terrible liar.
“I’m a gullible female who’s easily fooled for all they know. But you know that’s not true. Don’t you?”
Before I could answer, she retreated to the bedroom, pointing to the couch along the way.
But you will, I thought. Jeff’s words were coming true, and my buzz was wearing off. Sleep was not going to come as quickly as I had hoped.
Shift is an online work of fiction.
This is the first draft of my manuscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.
The story centers around shapeshifting.
I’m currently working on chapter Ten.
Microfiction – Reign of Man
Strewn with bodies, the land dried its skeletons in a midday sun. The Third World War was over, and so was the reign of man.
Poem – Look Up
Puppet master strings entangle the world as a chaotic symphony exposes evil hands, the audience refusing to look up.
Shift – Open Book
Continued from scene fifty-five
“How’s it a secret? Olivia can scan your memories.”
“True, but she doesn’t. Do you scan Karen’s every time you touch?”
“No, but I could.”
“True again, but you don’t. Why?”
“Never felt the need to.”
“Exactly.
“Secrets are hard to come by in our world, so finding a soulmate who trusts you is something special. And it would be a damn shame to lose it over a hidden bar.”
“So why hide it from her in the first place?”
“Being an open book leaves me feeling––let’s just say somewhat controlled. So tearing out a few pages evens things out for me mentally.”
“I get it.”
“I don’t think you do, but you will. Now let’s head back over to your house. Doc should have already called Karen to apologize for getting you drunk.
“Said you and him were even now.”
“How did he know I was drunk?”
“Sent him a text when I heard the beat to Stayin Alive. The walls are not soundproof you know.”
“We should probably look into that, don’t you think?”
Continued to scene fifty-seven
Shift is an online work of fiction.
This is the first draft of my manuscript Shift – Don’t judge a book by its cover. I am writing it online in sections as I go. So feel free to comment, good or bad. If you see mistakes, point them out.
The story centers around shapeshifting.
I’m currently working on chapter Ten.
The Rooster Crows
I visited the Horne Creek Living Historical Farm in Pinnacle, NC, the other day. And I will have to admit seeing a fully self-sustaining farm needing no outside help to function made me homesick for the old ways.
Yes, the work would be challenging, but the freedom and security would make it all worthwhile should today’s modern grid break down.
Some might find a rooster’s crow annoying, but to me, It sounds awesome.
Microfiction – A Bird Story
A Dodo replaced the Eagle as nine Owls sat silent.
Redbirds flew as Doves fell to the ground.
And Chickens pecked as if nothing was wrong.
Poem – Afraid
Preachers preach, dictators kill, and people watch like good little sheep.
Some follow the dictator, while others the preacher, all too afraid to stand.
Timothy French 