Dark Doses
By Todd Thorne
()
About this ebook
Like your science fiction / fantasy on the darker side?
Do you like to read about personal struggles and challenges made all the more difficult by technology or something really bizarre or fantastic?
Do you feel stories don’t always have to wrap up all cheery and warm, with extra rice pudding and happily ever after for everyone?
Me too.
Here are six of my dark sci-fi tales purchased and published by e-zines from 2007 through 2011 plus one previously unpublished story. In this collection you’ll experience doses of harsh virtual reality, high tech on the rampage, oppressive dystopia, foul aliens and unforgiving metaphysical states.
Todd Thorne
Todd Thorne resides in the Piney Woods of East Texas with his wife and a rescue cat (who rules the roost but graciously permits humans to use it). He's come to expect and appreciate labels of 'dark and gritty' as pertains to his writing and he feels the space-time continuum must grind to a halt the day he writes a lighthearted, cozy yarn. He's been fortunate enough to have a few tales published online and he managed to level up by publishing his first novel during the height of a worldwide pandemic.
Read more from Todd Thorne
Maelstrom Rising Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDesperate Measures Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Game Over Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Related to Dark Doses
Related ebooks
Interim Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Escape from a Video Game: Mystery on the Starship Crusader Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Authors Against Bullying: Authors Against Bullying, #1 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBridging Generations: 52 Stories of Ageless Friendship Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTomorrow Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsDorm Tramps. Volume 1: Promo Girls Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsShooting Monkeys in a Barrel: Ten Twisted Tales Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Jeremy Raybourne and The Mystical Gene (Book 1: Journey to The New Awakening) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsUnlovable: The Port Fare Series, #1 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Meeting in the Bushes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsConfused by Design Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsJust Maria Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLife in Amber Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsNightmare Magazine, Issue 104 (May 2021): Nightmare Magazine, #104 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Possibility of You and Me Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLegal Obstruction Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPost-High School Reality Quest Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsVehicle Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsEverything You Wanted Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Tough Love: 101 Short Stories, Essays, and Insights to Improve Communication Skills Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsTen Days from the Edge of Life Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe One That Is Both Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAmerican Monsters Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWhat Are You Afraid Of? Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsZits Apocalypse: Are You Ready? Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Lucky With Words: The Definitive Edition Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsRough and Tumble Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAnaliese Rising Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Cardorian Complex Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFast Fiction: 101 Stories 101 Words Each Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings
Science Fiction For You
Shift: Book Two of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Wool: Book One of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Stories of Ray Bradbury Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This Is How You Lose the Time War Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Kindred: A Graphic Novel Adaptation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I Am Legend Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Warrior of the Light: A Manual Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Annihilation: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Flowers for Algernon Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Camp Zero: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Institute: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Firestarter Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I Who Have Never Known Men Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Cryptonomicon Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Frugal Wizard’s Handbook for Surviving Medieval England: Secret Projects, #2 Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Silo Series Collection: Wool, Shift, Dust, and Silo Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5How High We Go in the Dark: A Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dust: Book Three of the Silo Series Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Troop Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Rendezvous with Rama Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Contact Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Alchemist: A Graphic Novel Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Sarah J. Maas: Series Reading Order - with Summaries & Checklist Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Frankenstein: Original 1818 Uncensored Version Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Paper Menagerie and Other Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Philip K. Dick's Electric Dreams Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Time and Again Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5That Hideous Strength: (Space Trilogy, Book Three) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Psalm for the Wild-Built Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5
Reviews for Dark Doses
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
Dark Doses - Todd Thorne
DARK DOSES
Seven gritty speculative stories by
Todd Thorne
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Todd Thorne
Smashwords Edition, License Notes
This ebook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from Todd Thorne.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Forward
Chaperone
Game Over
Shadows in the Mirror
To Soar Free
Perfect Soldier
Playing With Fire
The Fisherman
In Closing
FORWARD
For some peculiar reason, the tales I spin all tend to be of a dark and somewhat twisted tilt. If this is not your bag and you’re either previewing or have received this anthology for free, then I recommend closing it and moving on to your next option. Otherwise, give it a shot. Hey, you might find something new to tickle your fancy. It could happen.
As long as I can remember, my fiction has been dark. I credit the likes of Bradbury, Asimov, Niven, Bradley, Van Vogt, Heinlein and other classic giants who turned me on with their more downbeat, gritty, murky themes. Inspiration flows from those who are themselves inspired from quantum up through cosmic levels. I’ll testify to that. It’s where my spark came from.
I also credit a girl. I think her name was Michelle. She was a dainty, enchanting goddess while I was a nerdy, head-over-heels seventh-grader. I ended up writing something for her, something throwaway I can’t recall. She glanced it over, handed it back and said, You know what I like about this? It’s dark and disturbing. You should do more.
Decades later, I wonder if I’m still trying to impress her as much as I yearned to then.
Whether or not Michelle would approve, you have in your possession seven of my dark tales, six of which were previously published and one not. A short introduction precedes each story just to set the stage a bit. Unless noted in the intro, the stories are as published.
Finally, as is customary, I’d like to offer thanks to the various editors who accepted my stories and often helped me to polish them to a much brighter luster. Make no mistake, editing for a commercial publication is one of the toughest jobs imaginable.
I also want to thank you, the reader. Your quest for entertainment, diversion or delight ensures writers like me stay challenged trying to deliver that satisfaction. I sincerely hope in the following pages you find multiple things impressive.
T.T. – Winter, 2011
CHAPERONE
Published in Fusion Fragment, July 2009
Chaperone is the signature story that inspired the cover for this anthology. Consider it your official welcome to dystopia, which you’ll discover is a theme I find irresistible.
I love a classic power struggle, contrasting those who have it versus those who don’t. The margins in between the two groups are often ripe for mischief, thus providing fertile soil for a good tale to sprout and blossom.
So if the future holds some kind of semi-oppressive society in store, wouldn’t the natural course of action be to begin conditioning its citizens early, say in the first few years of school? Train them. Break them in. Get them prepared for later years when the state exerts more control over choices and behavior.
While you’re at it, use that same conditioning window as a proving ground. This gives you the means to identify who are the candidates suitable to become members of your in-power group versus those who aren’t. We go to primary school today, in part, to become productive, contributing members of society, don’t we? Of course an oppressive state would twist that same goal to suit its own purposes.
Throw in some wireless, mind-connected technology and you’ve got Big Brother Goes to the Neighborhood School. Talk about no child left behind!
But if Big Brother starts watching in the primary school grades, what are the implications if you’re somebody who doesn’t particularly like Big Brother?
#
A half-eaten cookie and crumpled juice box drifted into Jeremy’s view through the green-green link.
*Aren’t you jealous?* George’s thought came. Five blocks away from where Jeremy lounged in his bedroom, his best friend’s stomach trumped something shiny and cool.
*Doofus. Look at the cards,* Jeremy urged back across the link. *Your stupid snack can wait.*
Too late.
Ghostly flavors tickled Jeremy’s tongue: oatmeal raisin dunked in strawberry kiwi. Bleech.
*Liked that, did you?*
*Way nasty. Your snacks really suck, George.*
*Payback. For when you sipped that cough stuff last week.* The juice box rose.
*Give! Please let me see them.*
The perspective shifted down and there they lay. Botwars cards, the new expansion set, fanned out on George’s floor. George’s fingers nudged the laser-etched rectangles apart, uncovering each Bot’s psycho-anime art and vital stats. In response, Jeremy’s fingers twitched at the cool, waxy sensation relayed across the link.
So many. And not one crap card in the bunch. His breath caught.
*Yeah, bring on that jealousy. Mmmmmm,* George purred. *And for you, some….*
Satisfaction struck Jeremy, not his own, but a reflection of the feeling experienced on the other end of the buddy link. It sizzled, like bacon frying.
Which deepened Jeremy’s envy and laced it with shame.
Which intensified the satisfaction beyond scorching—
*Give. Give!*
*Awww. Can’t I enjoy that another minute? After all, you got the last expansion set before I did.*
An itch tickled Jeremy’s shoulder blades. He focused on his own room: unmade twin bed, last night’s balled-up pajamas, forgotten candy wrapper, unopened school backpack, and standing in the door….
Uh-oh.
Jeremy choked. *Gotta go.*
*Ooops. She looks pissed. See y—*
He snatched off the green neckset, a lightning bolt excision of George’s distant perceptions.
Weren’t you supposed to be doing homework?
I was, Mom. Me and George. Spelling.
He blinked away neural fuzz residuals spawned by the abrupt disconnection.
George and I.
She glared, not buying it. I’ll take that. You take these.
Blue and red necksets dangled from her fingertips, the training submissor and dominator pair. He surrendered the green neckset with a deep sigh.
Mom frowned. Save it. You need your exercise. Much, much more in fact. Besides, it does Tiberius good to get out— Don’t roll those eyes at me.
It’s just… just… he really hates it.
It’s why we got him.
True, but that didn’t change the fact Tiberius still despised it. Which made two of them.
Mental Acuity Class starts next month,
she went on. Ratings and placement tests happen six weeks after for the entire fourth grade.
Not for kids skipping till next year. Like George.
Her frown deepened to the unyielding state.
That’s between George and his parents, isn’t it? Jeremy, your father and I know you want to do well and place high. That means exercising. Often. Hard. Nothing in your life is more important than this.
They knew what he wanted? What a laugh. The choice wasn’t his, though. Nothing he said made a difference anyway, so why bother?
The dominator is preset,
Mom said. Starting today, I want two-hour sessions, three times a week. No less. Get going.
Out on the patio, Jeremy headed behind the detached garage, careful to stash the neckset pair behind his back, though he hadn’t been able to fool the dog after the first week. He rounded the corner and paused beside the dented dog bowls. Food sat untouched from that morning, not counting a colony of red ants feasting on the soggy pellets. Yet another chore to deal with.
Tibeeeriiiusss.
From a stake set in the corner of the yard, a heavy chain snaked into the maw of the shabby doghouse.
Here, boy. Come!
No response.
Be that way.
He stomped over, heaved on the chain, and Tiberius emerged, legs locked against the strain. The dog skidded across the grass while growling a low protest. Jeremy tugged until the animal cowered at his feet. The sour stench of old urine filled his nostrils.
What kind of dog pees itself?
He clamped the enlarged blue submissor neckset over the band of shaved, nape fur. Dotted across the mutt’s taupe and white coat, matted tufts of fur dangled where they’d come loose. On its forelegs whole chunks were absent where exposed flesh glistened.
Or chews itself raw?
You don’t look so good, boy.
Another complaint rumbled in Tiberius’ throat.
Growl at me, will you?
Jeremy braced himself and slipped the red dominator over the back of his own neck. Ice jolted down his spine and smashed against his toes as dominator sought out submissor and linked. Jeremy grabbed control of the dog’s neural system.
*Time for a walk, Tiberius. Actually, make that a run.*
Tiberius squealed. The whine echoed in Jeremy’s ears and rang in stereo across their link.
*Yes, you hate this, don’t you? Me too, everything about it. What else can I do, though? Lots of hard exercise, she said, so let’s go.*
Chain off, gate open, the dog dashed across the drainage ditch and into the woods. Jeremy willed Tiberius to a breakneck pace and focused attention on his new sensory extension.
Awareness struck him: a knee-high point-of-view populated by too tall plants in wrong colors that looked bleached out.
Noises tangled in the world’s soundscape—crunch, crackle, chirp, buzz.
Thirst.
A growing urge to piss.
And the scents. More than any feeling he leached off Tiberius, intense smells seared his nasal cavity and clashed in his skull, so strong and severe, they hurt.
This sucked.
He despised most impressions that coursed over the red-blue link, particularly those too intense and raw. He couldn’t evict them, but with effort, he managed to ignore the worst. He made the effort.