- No Flash Fiction today. I was too busy working on the two scripts that I’ve currently got first and foremost on my plate that I need to wrap up in order to pay rent.
- I also think I may have started my first novella — “novel” sounds to ambitious at this point. It’s based on an idea that I had for a comic book awhile back, but I think it would make a good pulp-style detective story. And no, it’s not Chase.
- Speaking of other projects… My Side Project Press effort is still in the works. I’m just waiting on a few writers for their contribution to the first volume of the Short Attention Span Reader. You guys know who you are. I’m also trying to find sequential artists to fit an an idea that I have for a Sci-Fi Anthology-Thingie — but that is very much in the infancy stage.
- I’m still mulling over whether or not to give Zuda Comics a shot. I’ll need to find an artist to collaborate with because I don’t think my artistic chops can cut it, but I’ve got a couple of ideas that I think would make good 8-page endeavors. Maybe I should’ve gone that route with Ninja Bandito.
- I’ve been adding a few links and such to the right side bar — forums I visit, more artists and writers that I dig, etc…
- I also added a Comic Books page with more detailed information on the various comic books that I have contributed to and how to get them.
- I’m itching to start a screenplay as well. Although I’ve written eight in the pass, it’s been over a decade since I started a fresh script and completed it. I think I have the concept that I want to give this a go with — I just need to wedge it in with everything else I’ve got going on.
- I’m hoping to announce Hero Happy Hour happenings soon — stay tuned.
- I think I’m officially jazzed for Cloverfield. I woke up this morning thinking it was out today for some reason. But alas, I still have to wait another week. Everything that I’ve read or heard from folk that have seen has given my high hopes for this flick. It’ll also be my first opportunity to see the teaser trailer for Star Trek. Since it is a Paramount movie, seeing a trailer for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull would be a pleasant added surprise.
- The other day I read Boom! Studios new post-apocalyptic comic book North Wind — which has sold out — and rather dug it. I read it online, and you can too.
- And, finally… Maila Nurmi has passed away. She was best known for her creation and portrayal of the character Vampira — in both film (The Vampira Show) and television. Her most notable film appearance was in Ed Wood’s Plan 9 from Outer Space, as well as undoubtedly being the inspiration for Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. She passed away in her sleep at age 86.
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Alright… Since I got up early this morning with an idea bouncing around in my head I thought I’d go ahead and write it down and start something new — Friday Flash.
In an attempt to write more often, as per my New Year’s resolution, I’m going to attempt to post a 1,000 word flash fiction story on (hopefully every, if not most) Fridays throughout 2008. They might not all be polished to the exact shine I’m going for, but it’ll be more of an exercise in completion and dedication than anything else.
So, without further ado, here is my first 1,000 word flash fiction attempt…
by Dan Taylor
With only three games left in the regular baseball season Adam Scully was two home runs away from claiming the all-time home run record. Adam also knew that in his heart of hearts—as his hitting coach, Louis Lewis (or Louie Louie as he was affectionately referred to by aficionados of the game), liked to say—he likely only had three games left of his major league career.
Scully sat at his locker in the visitors’ clubhouse alone. The rest of the team—the players, coaches, and trainers of the Las Vegas Aces—had already headed out to the dugout. Though a team player by all accounts, Scully wasn’t in a hurry to take his position on the synthetic pine bench between the Alonzo Adelle, the rookie utility player who just got called up from the triple-A Pahrump Paladins, and Hector Velazquez, the middle reliever currently on the 30 day disabled list. It was probably just as well that Scully wasn’t on the day’s roster since the Aces were finishing the 2047 season on the road against the Pacifica Orcas as opposed to at home in front of the hometown fans at Grand Ballpark on the New Strip.
The major leagues had pretty much remained the same game as it had always been over the past 170 plus years with some exceptions. The two leagues contenting for the World Series were now the World League and the International League now that more nations had joined the United States and Canada in what had now become much more than just “America’s pastime.” Each league now consisted of four divisions and was made up from a total of sixty teams. The last 162 game season was in the year 2018, with 186 games now being the standard.
“The Reef,” as the baseball stadium within Pacifica—the first domed underwater city built—wasn’t known for being “a hitter’s ballpark” anyway. Scully figured that if his team was down by a few runs come the seventh or eighth inning he’d probably be called on to pinch hit. With both the Aces and the Orcas out of playoff contention it wasn’t as if the Pacifica baseball fans were packing the stands of “The Reef” in order to see Adam Scully break the all-time home run record. A-Rod had held the record for nearly 20 years when he retired in 2015 with 798 “longballs.” In the 2034 regular season, Taco Mossimoto of the Hanshin Tigers broke and set a new record with 802 hits “going yard.” Adam Scully had stalled at 801 home runs over his last 42 trips to the plate.
Was the world ready for Adam Scully to break the all-time home run record? Was Adam Scully—right fielder and number 17 for the Las Vegas Aces for all eight of his major league seasons, and who had averaged an unprecedented 99 homers a season—ready to be the new home run leader? Would baseball fans openly accept a numan—a genetically engineered enhanced human—as the sport’s best and strongest hitter of record?
Controversy in the sport of baseball had never been completely unheard of.—the World Series of 1919, the breaking of the color barrier in 1947, the strikes of 1994 and 2022, the steroid-abuse scandal of the mid-2000s, and the Umpire Riots of 2030, to name just a few. It was no surprise to anybody when the numan (a derogatory term at one time) barrier was broken in the major leagues in 2023—a direct effect from the strike which cancelled the previous season—caused outrage with the “baseball elitists” and confusion with the “everyday fan.”
John Fellows was the first genetically engineered enhanced human to play professionally in baseball’s major leagues—opening the door for other GEEH players, including Adam Scully some three seasons later. Baseball wasn’t the only professional sport to see a surge of GEEH players, though it did lead the way. Shortly after Fellows joined the California Blue Angels (the Los Angeles Dodgers and Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim merged into a single team in 2016) other enhanced humans joined the ranks of professional basketball and football. After the short-lived global conflict ended in 2019 there was not a more natural progression for the war’s proposed byproduct—genetically engineered enhanced humans that were never used as “super-soldiers.”
Humans were ready to create numans to die for them in war, but to hold the all-time home run record…
“Hey, slugger,” the familiar gravelly, yet calming, voice of Scully’s hitting instructor rang out through the unusually quiet clubhouse. “You plan on joining us today, or should I see about getting a monitor in here for you to watch the game?”
Scully looked up the batting gloves that he had been unknowingly wringing in his hands since the rest of the team vacated the clubhouse. “Hey, Louie,” Scully almost whispered as he smiled at the approaching older coach walking toward him.
Scully liked Louie Louie. No, Scully loved Louie Louie—loved the 84 year-old baseball icon like a father. Being genetically engineered, Adam Scully had never known what it was like to have a true father—to play catch with “the old man,” to thank “dad” for making him stick it out through little league, to think to himself “this one’s for you, dad” as he would step up to the plate and eye the left-center field fence and beyond.
Scully stood up and stuck his batting gloves into the back pocket of his crisp uniform. “I was just thinking,” Scully offered his coach with a half smile.
Louie Louie looked up at the strong and fit athlete that now stood at least a head taller than the older man. “Adam, what did I tell you about thinking?”
Scully’s smile broadened to match his coach’s. “Don’t think, just hit.”
“Damn straight, kid,” and with a slap to the wallet, the Aces’ hitting coach sent Adam Scully to join his fellow teammates in the dugout for the night’s upcoming game.
The Asterisk © 2008 Dan Taylor