StoryVerse〔13z〕

Derivatives of Position

You cast the deciding vote: stay.

The largest creature oozes to the edge of the milk pond and extends a pseudopod. Your hand shakes as you reach out. Its grip is like dipping fingers into warm jelly.

“Snap, crackle and pop…” the creature rumbles as it hauls you towards the bank.

“Those sound familiar. Are you giving us names?” asks Right Head.

“No, silly,” it replies. “Them’s the noises skulls make when I milk their brains.”

“I told you this was a bad idea,” moans Left Head.

“What… who are you?” your Middle Head asks in a quavering voice.

“I’m Master Cell,” it replies.

〔⍺〕〔go back〕〔fight the creature〕〔befriend the creature〕

Johnathan Reid

’s brain isn’t frozen yet, so it continues to churn out speculative fiction in both short (

ReidItWrite

) and serialized (

The Consilience Series

) forms.

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