Last One Standing (the shortest story ever)


Originally posted on Flash Point Theater:

It’s either them or me.

(Call to action: All right YouTubers: Let’s see your best flash film interpretation of this story done in ten seconds or less. My only copyright requirement for its use is that you list the story on your video: “Last One Standing” by Joshua Dyer. Post your links in the comments below.)

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Jugaret


Being the Imperial Executioner is not a vocation that you fall into by accident. It is a fate handed to you by your ancestors. As L’Andriel’s bloodthirsty empire crumbles, I pen my final thoughts. I’ve found refuge long enough to journal this piece of our history as I saw it unfold. What type of individual is capable of delivering the death sentence to his friends, neighbors, and countrymen on a day to day basis? My name is Jugaret, and I am that sort of man.

 

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http://www.wattpad.com/69328769-jugaret

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Barons


Here’s a link to my latest historical fiction work in production entitled Barons. I hope that you enjoy it. Let me know your thoughts. Thanks in advance.

 

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http://www.wattpad.com/69324493-barons

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Poltergiest


Poltergiest.

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Finding November


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Being sixteen can be hell, and life at Liberty High isn’t doing Sarah Daniels any favors. Bullies, boys, an abusive mother, and now this: an old journal left to Sarah in her aunt’s will. With each passing entry, she grows closer to transforming the skeletons in her mom’s closet into proven facts. Everyone has a story. For Sarah, one boy’s journey across Great Depression America will set her free.

Now on sale in eBook and paperback!

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Seapunk — forging a new genre


This is purely an experiment in writing. The following is a short fiction piece in which I have attempted to take all things steampunk to sea. Please let me know your thoughts and impressions. No time like now to act like Victor Frankenstein.

Cat and Mouse

 

The Captain of the USS Endeavor fixed his blue stare on the rippling horizon. The massive ninety-foot paddlewheel of the carrier plodded a frothy course through the Atlantic’s undulations.

“He’s out there,” Captain Walker said peering through the large glass observation dome.

The ginger-haired skipper flicked the first two digits of his upturned hand.

“The spyglass.”

“Aye, sir.” One of his Junior Officers set the small brass tube in Walker’s meaty palm.

He scanned the choppy waters for any sign of his foe.

“Right paddle, half-stop,” he barked to his crew in the observation dome. “Bring her around to starboard.”

Two of Walker’s First Classes echoed his order. The taller of the two slammed the paddle lever down to the large ‘half-stop’ in red lettering, and then brought it back up to its neutral position.

“Right paddle, half-stop, sir.”

“Very well, Jones,” Walker said as he studied the seas.

“Coming around to starboard, sir,” the Quarter Master said.

Walker set down his telescope and put the receiver to his right ear.

“Lookout,” he said watching his other shipmates scurry across the foredecks of his vessel, “anything from your vantage point?”

The young Seaman rotated his large set of binoculars around on their post. “Nothing from here, sir.”

It’s not going to get any easier once the sun sets, he thought eyeing the orange and black clouds to the west. Might be time for aerial –

The Endeavor’s warning sirens cut the still of the evening air.

A cluster of white tees and dungarees amassed amidships off the port side. “Enemy sub off port!” several sailors exclaimed jabbing fingers to Walker’s eleven o’clock.

Walker flipped the switch on his console and picked up the small receiver.

“Battle stations, battle stations! All hands.” His voice rang out over every nook and cranny on the massive aircraft carrier.

“Get me a line of bearing on that fish,” he said pointing his spyglass in the direction of the sighting.

“Sir,” a Second Class said from behind her position, “I have them at 74 degrees, four minutes, two seconds at a distance of six miles.”

“Copy that,” Walker said. He turned to the short portly man to his left. “Commander?”

“Sir,” the Endeavor’s Executive Officer said.

“Get three of our birds airborne on that line!”

“Aye, aye, sir,” his short sidekick said.

Walker watched as three planes made their way out onto the flight deck. An aviation deckhand fired up the front propeller on the first bi-plane. Its narrow-spaced pairs of wings unfolded as four more handlers locked them into place. The pilot shot a thumbs-up from his cockpit to the handler in front of his plane. The jet engine on the underbelly of the fighter fired to life pushing the restraining cables to their limits. The handler stepped to port and motioned his hands down the flight deck. Each of the AC-231 Avengers bolted down the runway and darted off into the darkening skies en route toward the enemy.

“Left paddle half-stop,” he commanded. “Bring us around on their bearing.”

His able crew executed the order with precision as the observation dome slowly spun counterclockwise.  Once the bow of the vessel had reached the desired point, the Endeavor sped all ahead into the fray.

The three Avengers wove narrowing circles around the last known position of the enemy submarine.

“Any sign of them from above?” Walker asked. His inquisitive gaze rolled toward his XO.

“Nothing yet, sir,” a pilot said through broken static.

“Get me another line of –”

A bright blue bulb flashed over the copper map of the Endeavor on his console.

“Direct hit off starboard, sir,” a Lieutenant said studying the map.

“Damn!”

The hand receiver next to the blue bulb rang into his bridge. Walker knew who was on the other side and what they wanted.

He placed the handset to his ear. “Walker here.”

“Looks like I win this round, Tim,” the voice said over the weak connection.

Walker watched as the black metal body of a giant swordfish broke the surface a quarter of a mile over his right shoulder. The boat’s clear bubbles glared back at him like a huge pair of insect’s eyes.  

“I won’t go as easy on you next time, Mike,” he said watching the sub bob on the waves.

 

  

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Just in time for Halloween


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A small fortune, unknown until now, remains hidden on a small estate in Buckhannon, WV known by its residents as the Castle. Local legends tell of angered spirits, a curse and even a series of underground catacombs associated with the estate. Greed is a powerful drug. One that binds people to their most prized possessions all throughout life and even afterward.

 

The Castle’s ethereal master still stands watch over the property from the tower’s second level preying on those who would be tempted by the treasure.  Lift the curse. Go where I could not, and release the tormented spirits from their prison.

Get a free copy of my investigation today.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/239906

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The Furlough Song


So, maybe I got a little bored at work today:

Fur… I say Fu-u-uur-lough!
Take Congress’ pay, don’t let em go home.
 
Come Mr. Congressman, repeal the Obama.
Furlough come, and we all stay home.
 
It’s six days, seven days, eight days OFF!
You won’t get paid, and you can’t go home.
 
A difficult bunch of bright persona who can’t work togeTHA!
Furlough come, and we all stay home.
 
It’s six days, seven days, eight days OFF!
Furlough come, and they all stay home.
 
Harry Reid push it back, push it back to Boehnner.
Furlough come, and we all stay home.
 
I get to pee in any stall I wanNAH!
Furlough come, and they all stay home.
 
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The Shutdown Sandwich


Okay. So, it has happened. The world hasn’t come to an end by any means, but for millions of Americans life will get more difficult. It is with you in mind that the following recipe is offered up for a few bites (and laughs):

•Start with two slices of your favorite bread. You’ll want them toasted, so really hold them over the coals and grill them.

(to view the full article, go to http://ireport.cnn.com/docs/DOC-1042375.)

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Fantasy/Western


My new book is free  from Sept. 18 – 22. Shootouts, love, gambling, zombies and mayhem… Enjoy.

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Rhone McLean can only watch his entire world burn as his wife’s lifeless body
disappears into the raging inferno. A mysterious cowboy in black emerges from
the ashes of Rhone’s home with a message of hope. His words push McLean into a
quest to free Clara, but how much of himself is he ready to sacrifice?

As the nation heals from the deep wounds of a bloody Civil War, McLean ventures
into the underbelly of the Western frontier. Here Rhone must confront his worst
fear if he is to lower the veil and cross the fog in to the macabre world where
Clara is imprisoned.

The Forces of Creation and Destruction position their
pieces as their eternal conflict nears its boiling point. With the help of the
Pegasus, Bellerophon, Rhone attempts to liberate the seven Towers of Light from
the Baron and his legions of the damned and restore balance to Everdark. He will
soon learn that the path to Clara passes through the Stones of Power and the
collapse of the Dark Territories. Rhone must endure more than Hell if he ever
wants to see his wife again.

 

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