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Quantum Visions 3: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #3
Quantum Visions 3: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #3
Quantum Visions 3: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #3
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Quantum Visions 3: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #3

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Orange County, California!  Home to science fiction legends Philip K. Dick, Tim Powers, and members of the Orange County Science Fiction Club Writers Orbit.

Go with us into breathless outer space and warm vacation beaches.  Remember the vampiric past and visit the AI-enhanced future.  Read of supernatural love and the monsters that keep us safe.  Smile at a little boy's imagination and frown at a scientist's discovery.

Featuring work by Jamie Cassidy-Curtis, Timothy Cassidy-Curtis, Chrome Oxide, Ralph Cox, Jude-Marie Green, David R. Moore, Will Morton, Shauna Roberts, and Wendy Van Camp.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 20, 2016
ISBN9781540158147
Quantum Visions 3: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #3

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    Quantum Visions 3 - OCSFC Writers Orbit

    Airless

    Wendy Van Camp

    ––––––––

    Airless night falls

    airlock slams shut

    silence

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    Two Evil Sonnets

    Will Morton

    Wolves

    .

    Oh, come, my love, for we were meant to run.

    Dost thou not hear the baying of the pack?

    The sun has set, the transformation done,

    Race with me now along the ancient track.

    .

    Oh, come, my love, for morn arrives too soon.

    Think on those rare delights the night will bring!

    So blissful is the fullness of the moon!

    Raise now our voice together, let us sing!

    .

    Oh, come, my love, for I have nosed the scent,

    The smell of quarry soon to be our prey.

    By canine fangs their bodies shall be rent,

    Then lap the blood which pools upon the clay.

    .

    Oh, come, my love, and revel in the gore,

    The rapture of the hunt forevermore!

    Blood

    .

    The night descends and I rise from my grave

    As I have done ten thousand times before,

    Yea, nightly I elude the reaper’s door

    Unnatural existence yet is saved.

    .

    And now the pangs of hunger.  How I crave

    With appetite excruciating sore!

    Yet with each taste my passion cries for more

    And once again a murd’rer most depraved.

    .

    Wherefore, my darling, hold me in your thrall

    As, creeping to your bedside filled with lust,

    To me for immortality you pray.

    .

    Pull me unto your throat, surrender all,

    In wild abandon, dark desire, and trust.

    And dawn is breaking, and I must away.

    Eulogy for an Immortal

    Shauna Roberts

    .

    A slash of red velvet

    In doublet of sable,

    Your face pale as marble,

    You stepped through the alman.

    When first that I saw you

    My heart would have pounded

    If beat it could still.

    .

    The tulip fields blazing

    ’Neath cold silver moonlight,

    Where once the sea triumphed

    A swath of flamed ‘Noons Wyt’

    Now sliced through the sand dunes.

    My heart would have pounded

    If beat it could still.

    .

    Around my white neck, a

    Slim scarlet ribbon.

    In clothes of black broadcloth,

    We watched steel blades, dripping,

    Drop heads into baskets.

    My heart would have pounded

    If beat it could still.

    .

    A Gettysburg cornfield.

    Pale stalks, crushed and broken,

    Dammed rivers of crimson.

    Midst plenty, we hungered;

    No breath pierced the stillness.

    My heart would have pounded

    If beat it could still.

    .

    A Carnival evening

    We jostled the revelers.

    I laughed as you tasted

    Oblivious drunkards.

    Blood freckled your visage.

    My heart would have pounded

    If beat it could still.

    .

    Our centuries together

    Sped fast as five heartbeats.

    Then I woke. You didn’t.

    A river of life’s blood

    Gushed down your black teeshirt.

    My heart would have stopped then

    If beat it could still.

    .

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