Gallade's Story Archive

             “You don’t have to be so afraid, you know.”         My hands froze on the keyboard as a deep and surrounding voice filled the room.         “It’s hard not to. I don’t know what it would mean, or what would happen.”         The one I call Death pulled a smokey piano bench out of thin air and sat down next to me. To my surprise, he was wearing a pink Hawaiian button-up shirt with embroidered yellow flowers on it, and a cute little straw hat with a blue bow on it.         “Why don’t you choose to believe in one of those new-fangled afterlives then? Or in reincarnation?”         I shook my head, but did not answer the question. Instead, I said, “Don’t you have souls to attend to? Others to do your work upon?”         He had n...

        It had been years. When he first became obsessed with the idea in college, he was heralded as a genius of his generation. Capable of making the next incredible breakthrough. But now? After so much time had passed? He stayed in a dark, dim room, leaned against a desk covered in papers on a floor flooded with more papers, with only the faint desk-lamp to provide him light in the darkness. He had to be on to something. He must be! After all this time, with all this equipment and all the money he’d spent, there had to be something to this madness. His eyes scrolled the pages of research and notes, at least the relevant ones on his desk, and he made further notations about this latest experiment. He stood, the motion causing many papers to billow away from him, and he marched towards his machine. His grand invention. The great signal flare with which he will usher in a new era of humanity. He adjusted the amperage, re-arranged the antennas on the second pod, ...