Veronica Volt - Tue, 09/09/2014 - 7:36pm
The New Flagstaff Franklin Rider looked at the woman curiously as she kissed the frog which was resting on her palm. Suddenly realising he was watching, Veronica looked over at him with expression of embarrassment.
'Those Fairy Tales lie,' she said. 'But I just wanted to make sure.' Carefully she lowered the frog into a cardboard box containing water, food and plants. 'Have safe journey Mr Frosch,' she said before closing the cardboard flaps with air holes made in them and secured them with some string. 'Myeep!' said the frog from the box.
Veronica Volt - Tue, 08/19/2014 - 5:54pm
'It is called coffee,' Veronica said to the man sitting opposite her at the bar table. 'There is a man here growing it. Mr Basteel. Do you know him? It grows as seeds, stones or beans or something. They call it coffee. I heard people speak of it and I said to myself I must try that! So I came here to try it, I was not sure at first so I had another cup, but was still unsure, so I had more. They call it coffee. Have you heard of it?'
Veronica Volt - Mon, 08/18/2014 - 4:53pm
'I said there were two,' Veronica thought to herself as she sat on the chair in the South Burb Science Shop. 'I said there were two.'
Now there was a problem.
Veronica Volt - Thu, 08/07/2014 - 5:38pm
Once upon a midnight dreary...
The cat, as black as the night but with an eye as bright as the moon, hurried along and then suddenly stopped and stared ahead from its only eye in the direction of the voices. As the two figures approached it hissed and disappeared into the darkness.
Veronica Volt - Tue, 08/05/2014 - 5:20pm
As dawn cast light upon South Burb a door of a house opened and a man walked out blinking and yawning in the sunlight. He walked over to a pen within which were protected many chickens with small house shaped structures. These were not the large angry ugly mutant chickens but the smaller egg laying ones. He walked over to an upturned box, stood upon it and breathed in deeply before shouting loudly.
'Cock a doodle doo!'
Veronica Volt - Tue, 07/29/2014 - 5:14pm
'Approach us,' the cloaked Judge sitting behind the table said from behind the white mask, a painted eyebrow permanently drawn in scorn.
Veronica Volt - Mon, 07/14/2014 - 5:25pm
We are having a lovely time at South Burb Beach with the sand, the sea and the 'Sunshine'. Shame that the many crabs on the beach 'creeping' around have stopped us going into the sea today however Vanilla is enjoying the sun and atmosphere.
Veronica Volt - Tue, 07/08/2014 - 6:29pm
'Giving that some real TLC there!'
Veronica turned around from the bench to see a man in the Science Shop in South Burb smiling at her. 'Sorry?' she said.
'TLC. Tender loving care. Looks like you are giving it some TLC, those jars, that...well whatever it is,' the man said.
Veronica Volt - Thu, 07/03/2014 - 9:21pm
The second was like the first, there in body but in mind incomplete. One purpose only, to collect, as if made just for that. It was when Veronica went to the Science Shop to get it and take it away that the clone arrived. Veronica was looking at the bookshelf when a voice behind said a single word.
Veronica turned around and saw the clone standing there pointing two pistols at her and with the strange single focus stare that the previous clone who had attacked her had. The clone said another word.
Veronica Volt - Wed, 07/02/2014 - 3:03pm
The bruised and scratched face looked back at Veronica from the reflection in the mirror as she held it in the light. She raised a hand to her face and examined an eye. It was red, probably from the oil. She moved her hand to the collar, wincing slightly as pain came from the slash in her right arm. The collar, comfort or curse?
Veronica Volt - Wed, 06/18/2014 - 5:32pm
Rodney stood near the crates and the mailbox in New Flagstaff that once also acted as a sort of office, turned inside out, for Joe. He looked at a nearby pile of Joe's old underpants and smiled. Joe always had a bloodhound sense for profit, even turning his old underpants into scrap cotton to sell to unsuspecting people. He would miss Joe, the grumbles, the insults, the smell of strong tea and stale cigar smoke. The man had charm.
Veronica Volt - Thu, 05/29/2014 - 1:59pm
Veronica closed her eyes.
The coin rises into the air, spinning, light bouncing off metal...
Veronica Volt - Sun, 05/25/2014 - 3:41pm
Veronica stirred the soup before looking up, an expression of satisfaction in her eyes, and remarking 'I know who the killer is.'
Veronica shook her head.
Veronica stirred the soup before looking up with a smile of satisfaction and responding with 'I know who the murderer is.'
Veronica Volt - Sun, 05/18/2014 - 5:43pm
Veronica walked past a couple of men making some repair to a rusty ATV and over to the door of the Shots Bar and pushed. It opened. Sometimes she found Polly's lack of security worrying. Maybe Theta was running the bar but there was no sign of her only Andrea standing in her usual spot.
Veronica Volt - Sun, 05/18/2014 - 5:40pm
'Stupid pile of-' muttered the unshaven man to himself as he fiddled with something on the rusty ATV.
'Why don't you just get rid of it?' asked the younger man beside him.
'What? Admit defeat?' responded the unshaven man with irritation.
Suddenly a purple haired woman walked past toward the door of the Shots Bar. The town men stopped their chatter and watched her push the door open and enter before returning to working on the ATV both saying nothing.
Veronica Volt - Tue, 04/29/2014 - 5:49pm
The three level parking lot stood on the edge of Kingman like the sun bleached skeletal remains of a beast long dead from a time when the automotive creatures ruled the lands. At the top of the lot in the glare of the sun stood a figure leaning against the edge wall. An occasional blinding glint from a telescopic lens hinting at the rifle in his hands.
Veronica peered over her bike at the parking lot in the distance, and at the figure standing on the top. She was sure he was waving.
Veronica Volt - Sat, 04/19/2014 - 4:47pm
"There are some things mortal men were never meant to meddle in. Hats, and their travel arrangements are best left to the realm of the spirits. Stop this madness now, it can only end badly."
Words of wisdom from Mr Joe Spivey
Gorden stood in the middle of nowhere squinting at nothing in particular. 'What exactly am I supposed to be seeing?'
'Don't you see it?' Chad said standing next to him. 'It is front of you. The wheelbarrow.'
Veronica Volt - Tue, 04/08/2014 - 5:04pm
Veronica stood on the edge of the precipice and looked down. About two meter below her feet was a large rock sticking out of the side and next to it a small rock just like Polly had said. 'Hard to get to!' she muttered exasperated. Why did Polly have to hide the chemical in such a place? Why not somewhere on the top?
There was no other choice. Veronica was going to go down there and fetch it. She looked around for a rope and someone to hold it but nothing and nobody. Oh well, Veronica thought, here goes. She put her foot gently over the edge of the precipice.
Veronica Volt - Fri, 04/04/2014 - 5:39pm
'A radio eh?' the man said while sitting on an old discarded laundry machine chewing on something.
'Yes,' Veronica responded. 'I need to get a radio for a friend, well, someone I know and I heard you could get one here in Credit Bend.'
Veronica Volt - Sat, 03/15/2014 - 5:25pm
Gorden stood scratching his chin and looking at the closed door of the vault. 'So,' he said to Chad standing beside him. 'You are saying the vault is possessed too?'
'Well not possessed,' explained Chad. 'But powerful, perhaps giving power to Sylvester. I've seen him put things in it many times.'
'But everyone uses the vaults,' said Gorden.
'Yes,' agreed Chad. 'But there is more to it.'
Veronica Volt - Fri, 03/14/2014 - 4:26pm
'So,' said Chad to his friend sitting to his right on the bench outside the bar in the early evening air as they sipped on beer resembling muddy water. 'What do you think?'
'What do I think?' asked Gorden. 'About what?'
'About old Spooky Sylvester,' Chad responded. 'About him being possessed.'
Veronica Volt - Wed, 03/05/2014 - 4:11pm
There was beauty and peacefulness to be found in the yellow glow of the sunset as Veronica sat on the hill just outside Chris Pass, her bike parked nearby watching the sun fall slowly into the earth. Yet the sadness remained. The Foreman had not yet returned and as every hour, every day passed a deep foreboding was casting a dark shadow across her, a feeling that something was very wrong.
Veronica Volt - Wed, 02/26/2014 - 4:46pm
I was running tests, wearing chickens, the rooster broke, tore my finger, blood...no....I was running chickens, the finger broke, I was wearing roosters, cut, testing gloves... I... The Chicken King, him and his wolf, with a pile of bones, the flames danced... strange words... Ayupa'mass agemi!... Habba Yabba Ba! These thoughts fly around my mind like spirits escaping from the underworld. The words muddled. Where am I? Who am I?
Veronica Volt - Wed, 02/19/2014 - 4:29pm
The Tech guy was waiting for her as she rode the bike into Picus Ridge. He gave her a nervous wave as she slowed the bike to a stop and jumped off.
'Are you...' Veronica began.
'Yes, the guy who spoke to you on the radio. 'Bobby.'
'So you have technical problems?' Veronica asked.
'Yes,' Bobby replied. 'I am hoping you could help.'
'Well Billy,' Veronica said. 'Are you going to show me?'
Veronica Volt - Fri, 02/14/2014 - 10:18am
Mein Herz mein Geist meine Seele
lebt nur für dich
Mein Tod mein Leben meine Liebe
ist nichts ohne dich
From Schutzengel by Unheilig
The Graham looked up from the console towards everything set up in front of the pods, the table, the bench with the food kept hot by heated plate, the sofa, the dress. It was all ready. He heard footsteps. He knew who was on the way. It was that time again, that one day of the year. They had an agreement.
Veronica Volt - Tue, 02/11/2014 - 5:58pm
I am waiting on the bridge for dusk, but it will not come.
Let the sun set. Let it set on Redfield. This bridge once connected from here to there but now it is broken. Like you.
Veronica Volt - Fri, 02/07/2014 - 4:27pm
Rusty bicycle there, pile of rubble over here, and that... thing near the roadside.
Veronica Volt - Mon, 02/03/2014 - 3:45pm
I see you. Looking at me like that. Looking into my eyes. What are you here for? Answers?
Veronica Volt - Thu, 01/30/2014 - 4:20pm
His head thumped pain and his stomach was spinning. The Credit Bend Doctor took a deep breath. It must have been one hell of a night. Of course he wasn't a real doctor, one that was trained or anything, but he had watched actual doctors and read a few books, or a few pages, and it was not that difficult, he knew where most of the bits were. Most of his patients survived, well some of them, well a few, and the others? They did not complain.
Veronica Volt - Mon, 01/27/2014 - 4:33pm
The gun fires. One shot into the stomach.