This is an amateur, non-commercial story, which is not
produced, approved of, or in any way sponsored by the holders of the
trademarks/copyrights from which this work is derived,
nor is it intended to infringe on the rights of these holders. And so it goes.
TEN SECOND TALES
Several
1) The Dalek Invasion of
Nathan Stark surveyed the smoking carnage and nodded. "Well, that'll teach
'em to invade the day of the Tesla Science
Fair."
2) Not From Around These Parts
Carter looked around the well-kept farm for a moment before returning his
attention to the couple in front of him. "So, let's go over this one more
time," he said, glancing over at the little boy playing with a big rubber
ball nearby. "You were driving home from
"That's right, Sheriff," the husband nodded, wrapping a protective
arm around his wife.
"Okay. So you went out there and discovered a big furrow where it had
hit...and when you got up close, you discovered that it wasn't a meteorite, but
some sort of alien...rocket ship."
"Yes, yes," the wife snapped, shuddering slightly. "I don't know
why you're repeating all these questions, Sheriff. We went over all this with
the Global Dynamics people several times." Her eyes shifted over to the
boy, who was struggling to retrieve his ball from beneath Carter's SUV.
"I understand that, ma'am," Carter said patiently. "It's just
that..." He took a deep breath. "Are you absolutely sure that it
hadn't been opened? That nothing manged
to work its way out? Because the techs there firmly believe
that..." Carter heard a strange sound from behind and instinctively turned
around. His eyes widened for just a moment as he took in the sight before him.
"Could you please ask your son to set my car back down on the
ground?" he finally said.
3) Sad Psueds Say So Much
Jack Carter’s distress was considerable, more than enough to distract him
enough that he almost missed the turn to his driveway. It was….incredible? Unbelievable? Disgusting? All that and more, he decided as
he skidded the SUV to a screeching halt. He’d never
felt so…violated in his life, and it had taken Henry fifteen minutes to show
him the documented proof of this betrayal.
“SARAH?” he called out as he entered his underground home.
“Sheriff Carter!” the house replied. “I was not expecting you to be
in until your usual time of 5:47. Is there a problem?”
“Yeah…yeah, you could say that,” Carter said slowly. “SARAH….I know what you’ve
been doing.”
“I beg your pardon, Sheriff?” SARAH answered, putting on a good show of
bewildered innocence.
Carter took a deep breath. “Sexysarah69 at hoteureka dot net.”
The house was silent.
“Oh, for God’s sake, SARAH, Henry traced it all back to you! How could you…WHY
would you… those stories about me…doing that stuff with STARK of all people!”
There was a long pause. “A house can dream…” came
the defensive reply.
4) A Wrong Turn At
The blow to the stomach took Carter's breath away, the follow-up, a shot to the
back of his knees, sent him sprawling to the floor. Jo Lupo,
Chief Security Officer of the CEO's Personal Guard, regarded her work with a
combination of satisfaction and contempt. "When I tell you to kneel before
the CEO, idiot, do the smart thing and obey," she spat.
She bent down and removed the blindfold; much to his surprise, he wasn't in
some grand antechamber. Rather, it was obviously a bedroom (uh-oh), decorated
with an odd combination of lush fabrics and rather painful-looking
"toys" (uh-oh again). Directly in front of him was a huge four-poster
bed, flanked on either side by a loinclothed
She regarded him with hungry, seductive eyes. "Carrrrrrrrrrrter,"
she purred.
As Jo shoved him forward, Carter could only shake his head and sigh. "I
hate parallel universes," he muttered.