Fractured Reality
By Bill Kercher
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Fractured Reality is a series of stories that explores the way the world works, puts it in a slightly different light. From hard science fiction to action adventure to a deep look into the darker regions of a man's soul, Fractured Reality challenges the readers view of the world.
Bill Kercher
After high school, I spent four years in the Air Force as a Medic. Following my discharge, I attended Wright State University, where I earned a Master of Science degree in geology. I then entered the oil industry in Houston, Texas, as a Petroleum Geologist. My career in the oil industry ended during a period of unusually low oil prices. I took that as a sign from above to try something new. So, I did something that I had been doing as a hobby for years - writing. I scratched that particular itch and, I took up writing. With my novels, short stories, a book discussing my ideas on gravity and a book on managing diabetes, this life switch has taken hold. My various career venues have played a large part in writing both my fiction and my non-fiction. There isn't one scene, event or character in my books that is not impacted by events in my life. The cliche about write about what you know, works. I think my scenes and characters are real because in a way, I have experienced all of them before putting them to paper. Linda, my wife, and I settled in a beautiful, and slightly isolated spot in Vancouver, Washington. With two and a half acres, we found our bit of heaven in the Great Northwest. It's been an interesting life path - raised in Ohio, a couple of times on the Gulf Coast, then the plains of Oklahoma and finally Washington. This is the home we always wanted, mild weather, near the mountains and the ocean and enough land to let the dog run all she wants. This is the home we always wanted. The weather is mild. We are near both the mountains and the ocean and we have enough land to let the dog run all she wants. What else is there in life? We're happy. Oh, concerning my life path, there was that one little detour that was very interesting, and only a bit anxiety raising. My time in Africa. I did a stint working as a geologist in Angola, Africa. Trust me, there is nothing like being in a communist country during a revolution to make you appreciate home. That's me and that's my life in a nutshell.
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Fractured Reality - Bill Kercher
Fractured Reality
William Kercher
Fractured Reality
Copyright © 2016 William Kercher
Published by William Kercher at Smashwords
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
With a Master of Science from Wright State University, I entered the oil industry in Houston, Texas, as a Petroleum Geologist. After a career in the oil industry was cut short by a period of very low oil prices, I decided to scratch an itch I’d had for a long time. I took up writing. With three novels, a collection of my favorite stories and a book on managing diabetes, this life switch has taken hold.
My wife, Linda, and I settled in a beautiful, and slightly isolated spot in Vancouver, Washington. With two and a half acres, we found our bit of heaven in the Great Northwest. It’s been an interesting life path - raised in Ohio, a time on the Gulf Coast, then the plains of Oklahoma and finally Washington. Oh, there was that one little detour when I worked as a geologist in Angola, Africa. Nothing like being in a communist country during a revolution to make you appreciate home.
We both think this is the home we always wanted -- mild weather, near the mountains and the ocean and enough land to let the dog run all she wants. We’re happy.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS AND DEDICATIONS
There are far too many people to begin listing everyone who has helped in my drive to become a writer. I’ve had many writing classes, with very helpful instructors and classmates. I’ve also had a great many writing critique groups. However, above all of the critique group people who have prodded, edited and critiqued, three stand out, members of the most amazing critique group ever -- Judy, Renee and James.
You three did so much to help me refine my style, I only hope I did as much in return. Bits of the blood and sweat from our, sometimes heated, critiques are embedded in every, word, paragraph and page of my books. Thank you, all three of you.
And thank you to Sandra Wellborn, the publisher of Waltsan Publishing. You helped me with my writing and becoming a better editor – thank you.
No mention of the help I received could be complete without mentioning my wife and life partner, Linda. Without her love, support and encouragement, I could not have endured the tough times.
ABOUT THE FRACTURED REALITY COLLECTION
I chose these stories to include in my collection for several reasons. First, I chose them because they are my favorite stories. I enjoyed the excitement I felt as I saw them come to life on my screen. In many instances, I was looking forward to see how they came out. When the author is excited to see how the story is going to end, well that’s a good indication that the story is good. I like these stories because of their broad spectrum of genre and topics. There is science fiction, a bit of horror and a lot of mystery. And, finally, I simply like the stories.
As you read these stories, I hope you enjoy them.
Table of Contents
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS AND DEDICATIONS
ABOUT THE FRACTURED REALITY COLLECTION
THE HALLWAY
INCIDENT ON A TRAIN
REUNION
THE SOURCE
THE CHALLENGE
THE BOOK
FINAL JUDGEMENT
WAAKERMAN
DESCENT
THE PRICE OF FRIENDSHIP
OTHER BOOKS BY WILLIAM KERCHER
CONNECTING WITH THE AUTHOR
THE HALLWAY
A single light shone against an encompassing sea of blackness. Tom cocked his head. He strained to see what lay at the far end of the long hallway, beneath that one dim light.
He blinked twice. A door? A black door?
The light flickered, then went out.
Oh, God, no!
He was plunged into darkness, total and absolute darkness.
Panic began chipping away at his strength, his courage. He turned, tried to get out the door behind him, the one he’d passed through only seconds ago. He pushed the door, rattled the knob.
Locked.
Hey, Deke, open the door.
Silence.
Deke, it’s not funny. Open the door! Turn the damn light back on!
What was he doing in here? Why did he let his best friend talk him into going into the hallway? Why did Deke close the door behind him? All he’d said to him was, Go on, Tom. We’ve got something special for you. You’ll like it.
Then he smiled and closed the door.
Deke had always been a practical joker. But, he knew Tom didn’t like small, dark places. Didn’t he? Deke was a friend. Wasn’t he? A friend wouldn’t have done this. A friend would have known, would have cared.
Whatever the reason, the why
didn’t matter anymore. He was here, in the dark. He could feel the walls and ceiling closing in around him. Unseen hands were surely reaching from out of the blackness, reaching out for him. Just inches from his face, he knew they would soon be on him, ready to...to...To what?
He slumped away from the clawing fingers he could feel were surrounding him. Deke, you bastard, open this door. Man, when I get out of here, I swear to God, I’m gonna kick your ass.
Only the rhythmic beating of his heart broke the eerie silence surrounding him.
Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub.
The beating grew louder. Like a kettle drum in his ears.
Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub.
Louder, it was all he could hear. He put his hands to his ears, still...
Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub.
He sank to the floor, peering between splayed fingers, yet saw nothing, only the crypt blackness around him.
Why? Why in hell did I do it? Why did I tell Deke I’d do it? Jesus, I...I gotta get out of here. Then the lone light at the far end of the hallway came back on. Against the darkness, it shined like a beacon. Its meager light forced the walls and ceiling back. It drove away the groping hands and their clawing fingers from his body.
A joint-numbing cold crept over him. It sent chills along the length of his spine. So cold. So dark. The cold broke through a layer of safe, warm memories he’d used for many years to insulate himself from his single most terrifying fear, a nightmare that had haunted him since his youth. Until now, his well nurtured and protected memories had worked to hold this nightmare at bay. In the cold, in the silent darkness, the terror crept back into his consciousness.
The cold took him back to that moment, to the core of his fears, his brother’s funeral.
He’d told his mother he didn’t want to look at Cory’s body, but she made him do it anyway. He had to tell his older brother goodbye.
Standing next to the casket, he barely recognized Cory. His mother and father were wrong. He didn’t look beautiful, didn’t look like he was sleeping. He looked terrible, stiff like he was wearing a wax mask. As his parents sobbed, Tommy stared down at the body, unwilling to believe it was Cory. His mother leaned down to kiss his cheek. As she did, Cory opened his ice blue, empty eyes.
He stared up at Tommy, eyes wide.
Tommy jumped. He looked at his mother, then his father.
Cory isn’t dead. Don’t they see it? Why don’t they do something?
Cory’s mouth moved slowly. A faint whisper escaped his waxed lips, Tommy. You killed me.
No,
he screamed and turned away.
His father grabbed him and held him. It’s alright. Death is a natural thing. We all miss him, but there’s nothing we can do.
Dad!
Cory’s lips moved, You killed me.
Dad,
Tommy pleaded, don’t you see?
You killed me,
Cory repeated. Why, Tommy. Why? You’re my brother.
No!
Tommy screamed between sobs.
His father wrapped his arm around him and guided him to their seat in the front row as his mother lingered at the casket. She kissed Cory, then joined them as the minister prayed.
From the open casket, Cory’s monotone voice seemed to reverberate off the cold, gray walls of the mortuary, You killed me. You killed me.
Tommy buried his face in his father’s chest, held his hands over his ears and cried, No, no.
As his father comforted him, Cory’s voice faded away.
At the end of the ceremony, the minister closed and locked the casket. The final thud sent a chill through Tommy’s body.
Cory, locked forever in a cold, dark box. Everything he’d hated and feared was now his eternity. This would be even worse than the time Cory had locked himself in the refrigerator his father was fixing in their garage.
When Tommy and his mother returned from shopping, they heard a faint cry, a distant banging. After several minutes of searching, they found Cory, wide-eyed with fear and screaming uncontrollably. He’d torn off his fingernails trying to pry the door open. Blood was running down his hands and arms. When they opened the door, Cory ran to a hanging light in the center of the garage. He stated up at it and sobbed.
From that moment on, Cory couldn’t stand tight, dark places. Now, they had just locked him into another dark box.
At the cemetery, as they held a brief service, his brother’s muffled screams returned. They echoed off the trees and headstones, No, Tommy. Don’t let them put me in the ground. It’s so cold, so dark. Stop them.
Tommy pulled on his father’s arm, Dad, don’t you hear Cory?
Son,
his father wrapped his arm around Tommy’s shoulders. Cory’s gone. There’s nothing we can do. He’s gone.
No, Dad. I can hear him.
Tommy,
his father said, this time with anger in his voice, he’s gone! He’s dead. Do you hear me, he is dead.
He’s dead. He’s dead. He’s dead.
The cutting words echoed through Tommy’s mind as he ripped away his father’s arm and ran as fast as he could. He had to get away. He