Monthly Archives: June 2013

Max took a deep breath when he got back to the lab.  It was like walking into a cold freezer this time.  The heat of the forge was still dancing in his memory. Dr. Floyd smiled at him.  “Alright, time … Continue reading →

Ladder rungs under Max’s feet were barely deep enough for his bare feet to grip the simply straight iron bar set into the curve of the stone drain wall.  The dark tube itself was only slightly wider than Max’s shoulders.  … Continue reading →

“Six seconds.  And you still look fine, despite the remaining pink from yesterday’s session.  That was the first of ten.” Dr. Floyd flipped the switch.  Soapy slip invaded Max’s senses.  The thought that he was getting the hang of this … Continue reading →

Max walked in the door ten minutes early.  He was still very tender, but the refreshing breakfast and walk over did wonders for him.  He did some research on historical customs and cultural roles until it was time.  When he … Continue reading →

She was smiling into the mirror, tying to convince herself the freckles didn’t matter and weren’t the reason she was fast becoming an old maid at age twenty.  An explosion sounded in the distance.  She moved to the window and … Continue reading →

The slip, the soap, the splash, and Max was in a moat.  He’d seen the stone canal walls and draw bridge on his way down.  He was rather glad it wasn’t one of those dry moats with just sharp spikes … Continue reading →

Dr. Floyd smiled.  Max couldn’t think of anytime that was good. “I need some reports dressed up and filed.  You seem to be getting a a work out on these little six second trips.” Max nodded and excused himself with … Continue reading →

Max took his clothes with him and some time to refresh himself.  He returned to the chair.  Dr. Floyd looked up and immediately flipped the switch.  The soapy feel slipped him away, ankles up.  His feet landed on cold dressed … Continue reading →

Dr. Floyd threw the switch.  In the chair, the change was instant, but it started slowly.  At first a tingle, then a building of a tense humming that throbbed through his Max’s head.  When it seemed it couldn’t go any … Continue reading →

His feet clomped along the uneven tall grass of the bluff in the late morning.  Sea air from his left flipped his shaggy black hair around.  He took a deep breath of it, not to enjoy just the usual brine … Continue reading →