Category Archives: Uncategorized

Losing Human by Aaron Dennis

Losing Human By Aaron Dennis
Losing Human By Aaron Dennis

A man has a dream, a vision to see the world through eternal eyes. Dr. Heisler, roboticist, funds Project Human to advance the human race. After funding is diminished, he takes drastic measures and uploads a human awareness into a mobile robotic construct.

Read on or download for free via Smashwords

“I can’t believe that’s it. Growing up, granddad was always around….Guess I’ll just have to keep his memory alive, you know?” Greta cried. “Steven? Are you even listening to me?”

“Hm?”

Doctor Steven Heisler and his girlfriend of the past seven months, Greta, stood outside the funeral home. Appropriately, it was a dreary day—cold and windy. Greta’s red, teary eyes twitched in fury. Heisler, as usual, was a million, emotional miles away.

“I just lost my grandfather! What the Hell is wrong with you? You can’t even give me your attention?”

“Honey, I heard every word. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say here.”

“Gee, I don’t know, how about; it’ll be all right, I’m here for you. I love you,” she huffed.

He just looked at her with a staid expression. Greta was a beautiful woman even in mourning with her smile lines and button nose.

“Don’t you believe in God,” he asked.

“What? You know I do. So what?” she accused. “Is this your way of mocking my religious beliefs?”

“That isn’t it at all,” he clarified. “Your beliefs tell you this man has moved on to a better place, Heaven, and there, he rests in the glory of God. Why would you be sad about that?”

“Oh my God…I can’t even look at you right now, Steven. I mean, you really don’t get it, that I have a hole in my heart? My beloved grandfather, a man I, I, I can’t even comprehend a life without him. He’s gone. I’m sad, Steven, because I’m never going to see him again,” she explained in disbelief.

Again he just looked at her. An old couple approached during their exchange.

“Greta, honey,” her father called. “Why don’t you ride home with us?”

“Here,” she yelled, throwing a set of keys at Heisler. “Thanks, Dad.”

He didn’t catch the keys. They bounced off his black coat and jingled on hitting the concrete. Greta’s father glared at him. Heisler didn’t mind. They’re just acting out based on emotions…everyone does that.

He bent over, snatched the keys then made his way to the Ford Expedition. He climbed in, but waited a few minutes for the crowds to disperse. All these people, all of them, they’re only acting like they feel these particular ways. So what if her grandfather is dead? She didn’t act like this when she got the call, no she was ‘in shock’ then, days later, miraculously, she’s sad. Ridiculous.

Most everyone left. He turned the key then started the drive home. His phone rang about a mile down the road. Using the hands free device, he answered.

Expedition by Aaron Dennis

Expedition By Aaron Dennis
Expedition By Aaron Dennis

King Eidon of Ilteriel learns of a new island, far to the south. He sends an expedition in search of new resources, allies, and power. Jorunhaal, Ilteriel’s greatest warrior, is to lead the expedition. Upon setting foot on the island, one disaster after another occurs. The men battle small were-wolves, fall prey to a foul sickness in the air, and uncover demons once sealed away.

Read or download for free at Smashwords

The rhythmic sound of low waves crashing onto the sand was a relaxing melody to the ears of Jorunhaal. He was a great and mighty warrior; legends of his triumph over an entire clan of Medsai, though exaggerated, stuck to him like his own shadow. He was young, yet, and taught the various weapons of Ilteriel by the finest warriors who preceded him. King Eidon placed him in charge of the team of eighteen men and women. His sole purpose was to keep the expedition safe.

A few weeks at sea brought the ship of warriors and workers to golden sands. They had arrived on the island as their king had wished. Jorunhaal methodically scanned his surroundings. The broad-shouldered and burly man saw hills in the distance, mountains stood beyond.

“Sotha, unpack the furs and linens first,” Jorunhaal ordered.

Having only just anchored the ship, he knew his fellow party members were weary, and erecting camp was of the utmost importance. Sotha, a lithe woman who bore her age well, was charged with inventory, logging discovery, and sound planning. She was tasked with returning accurate information to Eidon’s hands.

“Aye,” she replied while shielding her eyes from the bright sun.

She wore traditional clothes, heavy linens. Her hair was thick and dark. Her eyes sparkled with a keen intelligence.

A warm wind caressed the backs of the party as they worked to erect tents, unload crates of supplies, and finally relax. During the hours that passed, Jorunhaal took stock of the immediate surroundings. About what I would expect, he thought. Blue waves continued crashing against golden sand. The beach before him was pristine, and the wind, heavy with salt. A few trees grew about. They had tall, straight trunks, light brown in color with a tuft of short, squat, green leaves at their tops.

Before long, night settled above the party. It was clear and many stars shone brightly over the island; prosperity seemed to be in the air. The men and women were glad to be in a new place. As they ate and drank around a large fire they conversed about what they might find, the proper steps to take, and much more.

“You think there are no men, here? No dangers,” Wilheim the mage asked in an accusatory tone.

The codger was balding and what little gray hair remained laid loosely over his shoulders. He had a hard face; years of magical practice left it worn and creased, a perpetual scowl. He continued arguing with another.

“I never said that, old man,” Durro, captain of the soldiers, replied.