A sinister cosmic force wanted to end our species. 5000 years ago Asteroid 376GH was gently nudged toward planet Earth’s orbit.

A slow death.

We would know it.

We could see it coming.

If only 376GH had the courtesy to hit directly and not at an angle we would have had a chance.

Angular touchdown in the Siberian Tundra gave us all a week of pause to enjoy the Sun one last time.

The Sun.

In its last moments looking like a full moon peeking through a cloudy night sky we were suffocating.

Appreciate the gift 376GH gave to you.


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Friday Fictioneers August 7th 2015


August 7th, 2015

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“The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive.”

“Wow. Old school -all natural,” Tanya jerked at the heavy chains threaded through cemented u-bolts in the floor.

The voice spoke again, “Going somewhere?”

She didn’t respond letting her arms settle at her sides. There was no need to use up all the strength now. She could break the small glass vile under her skin at any time and become a monster, easily escaping, but there was more information to be gathered.

“The Syndicate believes in using only the methods passed down from the Masters. They can be quite effective, sometimes even better than your modern toys,” he chuckled.

The chains suddenly went taut pulling her wrists toward the floor and rolling her body to the side. She felt the small glass rod break, ‘too soon,’ she thought.

Her vision went red as men started to spill into the room with guns. She could feel their heat and smell their blood. The hunger has her now. It will have them too.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Mondays Finish the Story – August 3rd, 2015

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August 5th, 2015

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The final piece clicked into place on the pyramid.

“Get back!” Ford shouted to his excavation team.

Indiana Ford was damp from jungle humidity and nerves.

He sat the puzzle pyramid on top of a small stone snake statue; hates that thing.

Ancient mechanisms whirred and clicked to life all around them forcing great stone obelisks to break the earthen seals of their old tombs.

Ford and his team scrambled toward the foliage seeking firmer ground among the trees.

Six great monolithic monuments rose; with the tiny puzzle pyramid at their core they were an ominous sight.

Fear gripped the men as decorated symbols in the rough stone surfaces began to pulse with a blue glow.

They all were quick to scatter leaving Ford by himself with the device sparking and humming now.

He stared transfixed at the tiny puzzle pyramid waiting for it reveal the meaning of all this.

There among the sparks and arcs of electricity his Father’s face appeared, “Junior!”

Indiana’s knees wobbled slightly at the sight of his dead Father. The feeling was quickly overcome by an all too familiar frustration when his dad used that name.

“I told you never to call me that,” he said.

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August 4th, 2015

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The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event.

Troy looked up from his phone, “What is it?”

This was George’s chance to finally connect with his tween Grandson. He wasn’t enjoying this outing to the Natural History Museum as much as he hoped.

Troy looked backed down to Facebook.

George began, “Long ago, ancient coming of age boys would run naked through the forest with soda cans tied around their waist.”

Still looking down -flicking that thumb.

He continued, “Goats have a natural affinity for eating aluminum so they would release hundreds of them to give chase to the boys.”

Nothing. Flick, flick.

“The first one to get a chunk bitten out of his ass became the Tribal Elder.”


With that Troy looked up to see his Grandpa’s weathered butt cheek. A piece was missing that had been used as a skin graft from an accident in his twenties.

“Ah! Grandpa that is so gross,” but he couldn’t contain his laughter. He quickly slipped his phone back into his pocket.

Connected at last.


© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

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Mondays Finish the Story – July 20th, 2015


July 24th, 2015

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The best and coldest spectacle comes into town once a year.

The event is called the Snow Circus.

Lions, bears and tigers all on parade gliding gracefully with their handlers.

Slick frozen surfaces sparkling under massive spotlights cause big crowds to pour in from the surrounding countryside to see a show.

The Summertime Snow Vendor; he hatched a plan this year to steal their winter secrets for his own.

Year after year he shovels snow from the surface to store deep in his freezing cave.

He grows tired, now, of the cold, of the dark. Off to the show tonight.

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July 24th, 2015

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