Evolutionary Miscalculation – Chapter 4 – Samsas

  Walking into the the living room I pondered over Anna’s departing words. “Therefore we formally request the chance to court you.” Only to feel the familiar prickling sensation of being watched. “….” Walking across the room I flipped on both the computer and TV out of habit before heading off to make coffee.  I really didn’t want to deal with any drama before I had my first fix of the day.  Ten minutes later…

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Evolutionary Miscalculation – Chapter 3 – Samsas

Pacing up and down the aisle I rubbed my face trying to sort out this twisted reality I seemed to have been dropped into. Taking a few moments to think things over logically, the repeating dreams, voices, items moving about on their own.   A small part of my brain was yelling that this was absolute craziness.  While I had the uncanny sense she was telling the truth.   Stopping I turned and looked back at Anna…

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Evolutionary Miscalculation – Chapter 2 – Samsas

Tossing and turning in bed my head was dotted with sweat even as my brows furrowed in discomfort.  I was trapped in the same dream again but this time the scene playing out in front of me was less jumbled and much more life like.  It was dark and the smell of coming rain filled the air.  I was standing in a parking lot behind a two story industrial complex.  I watched as once again…

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Evolutionary Miscalculation -Chapter 1b – Samsas

By the Friday, I still felt like crap but my nagging cough had pretty much cleared up.  However I couldn’t seem to get rid of the dam headaches, I was starting to feel down right paranoid.  I had the oddest feeling from time to time that someone or maybe something was watching me.  Entering through the security door, I waved at Samuél as I swiped in for the night.  The older man was leaned back in one…

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Evolutionary Miscalculation – Chapter 1a – Samsas

The sound of my coughing echoed loudly in the scantly populated super-store. “Ahh hell, go away already…” I grumbled under my breath as I pushed the cart towards the only checkout registered that open at this time in the morning.  Reaching into the buggy the healing scar on my left arm ached as I heft the case of assorted sports drinks onto the counter.  The injury although no fault of my own, had already put…

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