By Robin de Voh on 2015-10-18
This is part 2 of the Jerry Saga. Find the rest here.
Jerry had a habit. One specific habit everybody who knew him even a little would eventually notice. Wherever he went, he had a thermos with him, with piping hot coffee in it. He would sip from it from time to time, making sure not to let it cool down too much. There would always be a small hand-written label on it with the type of beans he'd used to brew this specific batch. And they were the kind of beans with at least 5 words in their name. If you looked a little bit longer, you'd notice the sticker on his laptop bag with a red stripe over the Starbucks logo.
Jerry was a coffee snob.
By Robin de Voh on 2015-10-17
The fire was getting closer, and Simon scrambled backwards on hands and feet. The smoke was starting to make it hard to breathe and he was starting to panic. He saw the fire reach from his race car bed to the ceiling and knew it was too late to do anything about it. He got up and opened the door, stumbling out, slipping on his footed pajamas. He slammed the door shut and caught his breath. The smoke was starting to come out through the cracks in the door frame.
By Robin de Voh on 2015-10-16
It'd been there as long as they all remembered. And none of them had ever seen it opened. The office manager said nobody had the key and nobody had ever tried to open it, either. It was just a closet nobody needed, so her advice was to just leave it be. But it'd been there as long as they all remembered and they all wanted to know quite badly what was in there.
It was a Friday night and all the managers had already left. All of the over 500 nerf darts had been fired at least twice and all beer had been consumed, as well as the bottle of white wine not intended for them.
By Robin de Voh on 2015-10-15
"I told you we shouldn't have buried it out here," I whispered. She didn't respond at all, just kept walking through the dark. We were weaving between the trees in the small park. It was late but not late enough that there wouldn't be people we could bump into. We weren't doing anything illegal, but I know myself, I'd get awkward and nervous if anyone looked at us a little too long.
She stopped walking and sighed, then turned to me slowly.
By Robin de Voh on 2015-10-14
It's weird. I'm standing in the apartment I've lived in for the past 7 years and it's the first time since then I've seen it empty. Bare walls, bare floor, no curtains. Yet it still feels the same. In that corner was my couch when we took the band photos. It was one of the 3 places I could put that unwieldy piece of furniture, but the shortest lived.
It's not a large apartment. I wouldn't even call it medium-sized. The word I'd use would be 'cozy'. 'Big enough', maybe. But for its limited room, it was still so full of memories. 7 years is quite some time, especially on a 30-something lifespan. And while it's easy to say goodbye to the place itself -- mostly because I have the keys to the new place in my pocket -- I find it difficult to say goodbye to what the place means. So many things happened here, good and bad, with people, also good and bad.
By Robin de Voh on 2015-10-13
That's a good question, kid. Let's see here.
The spacecraft Hermes IV landed on Tau Ceti e about 120 years ago, which would make it around 2140. It had landed in a field of tall red grass and just sat there for a number of hours while atmospheric checks were being done. The crew had been picked specifically for personalities compatible with long, isolated journeys. Of course nobody would have survived the 150+ years of travel if they hadn't had rotating shifts and cryogenic hibernation. However, with a crew of 3 active at any time, for about half a year a shift, there was more than enough opportunity to get into conflict. There wasn't much talking most of the time. Some spoke to some of the 500 permanently frozen colonists, but that didn't help their popularity either.
By Robin de Voh on 2015-10-12
I've been following him for half an hour now, and we're just about to cross into what regular people call the 'bad neighborhood'. He looks uncomfortable but hasn't spotted me yet. Good. He looks like this might just pay some of our medical bills. I pull my hoodie over my head and speed up a little. My hand, the one holding the gun, trembles. He turns the corner and I run to catch up.
As I turn the corner I see a gun, pointed at me.
By Robin de Voh on 2015-10-11
Jim put down his coffee and looked at Ryan. There was confusion in his eyes and his hand trembled a little.
"What do you mean you've never seen Star Wars? Everybody's seen Star Wars!"
"Well, I haven't. Never saw it as a kid, never saw it as an adult. I think I've seen some scenes on the internet or on television, but I hardly remember those."
"What do you mean you hardly remember those?!"
Jim slammed the table.
By Robin de Voh on 2015-09-30
It's been a while since I've had a personal site, but I figured it was about time. To get a good start, I'm launching this in advance of my NaNoWriMo period, about which you can read more here.
Soon, stories and other stuff will show up here. For now, I've noticed some bugs in the cms I've developed for this site (because I am a stubborn web developer as well), and I'm gonna go fix them! :D