Samples of My Writing
This is where I feature all of my writing. My story "Imagination" was originally published in SDO Ghost on-line magazine in 2004. I currently am working on adapting some of my stories into audio stories that I put on my YouTube channel. I also occasionally post videos of my story telling and my class segments on there. Follow the links below to dive into the universes created by me!
They stopped in front of her closed bedroom door.
The doorknob rattled. Tina considered grabbing the phone or shouting fire. She’d always heard that neighbors were more likely to get involved if they thought their own property was in danger. Then again, if she faked being asleep maybe the intruder would content himself with some jewelry or other fast-snatch items. That hope held her paralyzed.
The door unlatched. It didn’t open right away. What if it’s a rapist or some homicidal maniac... Oh, God, Alex! How do I protect Alex? The thought of her seven-year-old son stumbling into a burglary or being kidnapped brought bile to her throat.
The door creaked open. It swayed so slowly she had time to try to yell “fire” again and again. All that came out was a strangled gargling sound.......
Do No Harm
I’m not really me. I’m a copy of the thoughts, memories and ideals of the real me, Tamerra Bastile, who’s still back on Earth. Physically traveling the thirteen light-years to Tyber proved impossible. So instead, people have their synaptic patterns downloaded and converted into a computer program. Then that information is sent to Tyber where it’s integrated into a robotic host.
So I, Tamerra duplicate one came to be. Which is all pretty weird since I don’t feel any different. If it weren’t for this bizarre robotic body that looks like a metallic scarab, I’d swear I was the real Tamerra. But then if I wasn’t a duplicate, I wouldn’t be in the bind I’m in.
To prevent a dupe from deviating too far from its Original, safeguards are built into the android hosts. They automatically delete the personality program seventy-two hours after the last download or within a few hours of any “major event.” This is supposed to protect the Original from a traumatic or even harmful reintegration.
Just now that limitation sucks. I’m within a few hours of expiring, and I can’t get into any of the reintegration stations to download. I linger near the back of the courtyard watching the henchmen guarding the entrance to one.......
By Rebecca Inch-Partridge
Do No Harm
New Novel: Escaping the Dashia
Eight years after coming to Earth, I sat at the kitchen table in our apartment pretending to do my schoolwork while actually sneaking in some video game time. My only worry was how to beat my new Zombies V Vampires game without my mom catching me. If she caught me playing instead of researching my history essay, I’d lose video game privileges for a week.
Every time she glanced over, I clicked my laptop screen back to my essay. As she bustled about the kitchen making dinner, Mom hummed her favorite eighties tunes. Though a bit past middle-age, she was beautiful. She had huge, soft brown eyes, long raven-black hair, high cheekbones and a brick-red tan. Laugh-lines made up her only wrinkles.
Dad came in and took a whiff of the roast cooking in the crock-pot. “That smells delicious.” He gave Mom a hug and turned to me. I’d switched to a site on the United Nations for research. “How’s your schoolwork going?” he asked with enough humor in his voice to make me think I’d been caught.
The doorbell rang and Dad went to answer it, giving me a wink on his way out. I bowed my head. No more games for me today.
I heard the front door open. The voice of my real father, Colonel Ebon Milett, came from the living room. “I’ve come for my daughter.”