© 2010 Patrick Hester, All Rights Reserved I knew I had a problem the moment I walked through the sliding doors at the Mega-lo-mart and saw Zombies eating people. Now, the President of these United States had just been on the idiot box telling us that we could get along with the Zombies if...
© 2009, Patrick Hester. All Rights Reserved Tales from The New Universe: The Guardian All I had to do was save the world. Her name is Alison. I met her ten years ago. We were married eighteen months later by a Priest without a flock on a mountain with the snow falling all around...
© 2009, Patrick Hester. All Rights Reserved Tales from The New Universe: SuperHero The thing about being a superhero is that everyone expects you to save the day all the time, to be on your toes no matter what, to have all the answers. No one warned me before all of this started that...
© 2009, Patrick Hester. All Rights Reserved Tales from The New Universe: Solar City “Welcome to Solar City” says the card in large, bright blue letters. It depicts your classic suburban dream complete with a row of large houses each with neatly trimmed yards and white picket fences all lined up nice and proper...
© 2009 Patrick Hester. All Rights Reserved Whooops! If this is the way I’m going out, then bring it on. That’s what I wanted to say. It’s the renegade in me; the rogue. He’s always saying stupid shit like that, and it never, ever ends well. Still, when you’re staring death in the face,...
© 2009 Patrick Hester. All Rights Reserved. Ghost Story “Well, there it is! The most haunted house in the world! Do you know, they say a hundred people died in there on the same night! Poisoned! And we’re gonna spend the night!” George grinned at his friend Aiden, who appeared to be turning a...
“Um… Okay. You’re standing at a crossroads. You see before you a mist rising from the marsh.” Duncan stared out above his screen, only his eyes visible to the players crowded around the too small table. To his left was Mark; a Half-Elf Thief unimaginatively named ‘Marc’, a surly sort, always looking over his...
This is an original work of Flash Fiction by Patrick Hester © 2009 All Rights Reserved Free Falling Falling from a thirtieth floor window sucks. If you don’t have a parachute, it’s worse. Still, I don’t panic. I still have the crossbow and the bolt with the line. Plus the automatic pistol. I shoot...
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Patrick Hester is an author, blogger and podcasting dude who lives in Colorado with two cats, Dakota and Shadow, who make sure he gets little sleep and always remembers who is really in charge. He writes science fiction and fantasy (mostly)...[click to read more]
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