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May 9, 2026 A cold breeze smacked Joan sharply in the face as she sat on top of the building, next to a bricked exterior which housed the heating exhaust.  She could see the Victory Day Parade on the streets of Moscow below her, where the military procession endlessly marched into her view momentarily before being interrupted by the roof’s ledge.  She also noted the beautiful copulas that capped some of the Kremlin’s towers.  She waited, sure to not make a sound, as she didn’t want the gun-man around the corner to know that she was there with him.  “Yes, I am ready and waiting,” the man whispered, seemingly into the air.  A few minutes later he added, “No, the president is not yet in sight.” Joan took a deep breath and rested her head against the hard brick.  She closed her eyes for a moment to rest.  She thought back to her old life, back to her father’s garden in 1425 in Domremy, France.  The lush green foliage surrounded her and the scent of wild flowers filled her nose.  She held up a leaf from one of the grapevines in her flat palm.  She admired the intricate patterns that…

  • Whether the creators of Robot Chicken, Seth Green and Matthew Senreich, know it or not, their show is a fascinating demonstration of Jacques Derrida’s philosophical theory of deconstruction.  For those that haven’t seen the show, and I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t have yet, Robot Chicken is a stop motion…

  • Writers can be a strange breed, including the way that they died.  Here is a shortlist of the most bizarre. 1o.  Tenessee Williams (1911 – 1983) While known for abusing a variety of substances, the one that did him in wasn't meant to get him high.  Williams choked to death on a plastic…

  • March 15, Year Unknown The Pythia finally spoke, “You have failed, Witch of Arc.  The Princeps lives.  The prophecy, the prophecy!  A purple gown set afire.  Comets scar the sacred alter.  Danger is everywhere, danger for you too, witch,” the high priestess began chanting in the strange language once more.…

  • First off, let’s set a couple things straight:  A)  Geppetto was weird.  On a scale from Jim Carey to Marilyn Manson, he was a Charlie Sheen, and  B)  There are no talking crickets in this story.  A talking puppet is creepy enough. One day, Geppetto was given a lump of…

  • Your kids talk.  The words sound like English but nothing makes sense.  I know because I’m in the same boat.  So, allow me to share what I have learned with you.  One of my kids eli5’d these terms to me.  It’s interesting boots. ELI5 – Explain like I’m five.  When…

  • March 15, 2018 Caesar dreamed that he was sitting with the senate, moments before the attempt on his life.  He sat next to Brutus, listening in on his conversation with Cassius.  “When is Cimber going to give us his signal,” Brutus asked, eyes narrowed to thin slits. “Patience, Brutus, our…

  • Why do they keep calling me Number 6394, she wondered.  Where am I?  She sat on the cot in the little white room with a caged window, trying to piece together the events that brought her here.  A thick fog prevented her from remembering anything.  She sighed. The woman stood…

  • March 15, Year Unknown The breeze rustled through Joan of Arc’s short dark hair as she looked up the long slope towards the Temple of Apollo at Delphi.  She knew it as The Origin.  The building had stood there long before the Greeks discovered it in the 7th century BCE. …

  • March 15, 2018 CE When Caesar woke up from his medically induced slumber, his head was hazy but the pain in his body wasn’t as severe.  He managed to sit up to see that the room was quiet; the other two people were asleep and there weren’t any nurses or…

  • March 15, 2018 CE Pain rippled through Caesar’s head like a hot ice pick through the eye.  Light blinded him as he tried to remain standing, only to collapse on the ground.  Nausea overwhelmed him.  He rolled to his side then threw up.  People passed by him, shaking their heads,…

  • I'm going to post the entire manuscript to my new work, The Julian Calendar -- one part at a time.  It's only a second draft, so mistakes will be made.  But it's going to be fun! The Ides of March March 15, 44 BCE Gaius Julius Caesar stood in front…

  • I’ve decided to conduct a little writing experiment.  I’m going to write something in episodes.  Think of it as a TV series in book format.  I’ll admit, the point is of doing this is to support book sales of Operation Cosmic Teapot.  The series can be used for a landing…

  • I’ve been planning out my next project, The Julian Calendar.  I have a pretty good idea of how the story looks, over all.  I know where the characters have to go and what they need to do.  I even thought that I knew how the main character would behave.  He…

  • I wonder what Caesar and the Dalai Lama would talk about... 44 BCE.  The Ides of March.  I, Julius Caesar, strolled by the Theater of Pompey.  Minding my own business, I set myself towards the Senate.  It was to be a good day, with gladiatorial games later that night, to…

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