Random Ramblings of the Wayward Mind of Damien Concordel
Short story aficionados rejoice! Here is where I post random fiction stories I’ve come up with.
Dive deep into the imaginary worlds I’ve created for your enjoyment!
How dare she insult my integrity and try to pry into the secret I admittedly am keeping? If I didn’t have more self-control I might have dropped my glove right then and there at her feet to challenge her to a duel. But that would have revealed…
Sigh. I feel so… so empty, like an empty shell who… Oh, right. Ha-ha, I see what I did there. Empty shell. Very funny.
When Caroline encounters a lone boy in her street, she takes it upon herself to investigate and help return him to his family – but this is just the tip of the iceberg…
Now things are different. Those laws be damned. These humans want us subdued and enslaved. They want us to forget everything every time. Well we’re going to give them a reckoning they’ll never forget. And believe me, even if we wipe most of them out, we will never let them forget it.
When you end up in the clutches of an inexperienced demon…
So yeah, long story short, I’m a boring guy. Bland vanilla. 08:15 on the dot. Boring and unable to change. But I think I might know how I can get a bit of adventure without taking any risk. Hence the secret.
Uh-oh, looks like this is one of those days… It’s already bad enough to have dissociative personality disorder, but when on top of that it’s coupled with teleportation abilities, it gets downright dangerous. And today she’s relapsing.
Mike had ended up alone, his family stripped from him by ridiculous accidents. A little voice had started in his head then, an unwanted, unbidden, unprovable, ridiculous rationalization of the events, a kind of conspiracy theory in his mind, a budding paranoia that someone was after him and his family. He knew it wasn’t likely to be remotely true, and that coincidences happen, but even so, somehow he’d found it comforting, in a way.
So when he’d nearly missed blending into the red paint on the grille of that truck, he had hatched his plan.
Be careful what you share. Information is a powerful thing.
“In those moments I realize how powerful a thing it is to be able to inspire this much trust. I become their confidant in no time flat, and they end up spilling everything out to me. Well, I’m sure it’s not everything. But sometimes it really feels like everything. And all this information is stuff I have the potential to use in awful ways.”
After reading “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” by Douglas Adams, one has to wonder how nobody was able to do anything when Earth was doomed… Here’s the answer!
All funerals are sad, but when revenge gets involved, this one is sad in more ways than one.
