Bradigan was roused from sleep by the familiar sound of his alarm clock, the red LEDs showing 6:00am. He punched the button and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He was surrounded by all his things; his wardrobe, his dresser, his bedside table, his slippers on the floor. When he looked at the entrance to his … Continue reading The Pierced Arc: Part 4
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The Pierced Arc: Part 3, Continued
Bradigan let out an audible, pfft. “Right now?” He asked. “No months of planning or extensive technical tests? Just ‘Hey, you want to jump through time?’ and go?” “Oh would you relax, Doctor?” Valeria said. “We actually have a simple jump scheduled for today that concerns you. Now is as good a time as any.” … Continue reading The Pierced Arc: Part 3, Continued
The Pierced Arc: Part 3
From there, Bradigan was led to a doorway which, to his surprise, opened with but a wave of a badge, and led into a room with computers and a couple technicians. This room overlooked another, larger, room with more researchers and various monstrosities of technology Bradigan couldn’t even begin to fathom the purposes of. The … Continue reading The Pierced Arc: Part 3
The Pierced Arc: Part 2
After the elevator stopped the locks disengaged and Bradigan hurriedly opened the door. He emerged into a well-lit atrium with high ceilings and white walls with red embellishments. High on the opposite wall was that symbol again, the same one on the letter. “Dr. Daniel Bradigan.” It was the voice again but it came from … Continue reading The Pierced Arc: Part 2
The Pierced Arc: Part 1, Continued
“That’s today.” He looked at his watch, 9:32. Picking up the envelope again he took another look at the seal before getting out of his chair and heading toward the study. The long hallway that led to the back of the house was devoid of pictures and the empty, taupe walls made the distance seem … Continue reading The Pierced Arc: Part 1, Continued
The Pierced Arc: The Blog’s First Serial
A knock on the door, mail pouring through the slot. As the mailman walked back down the steps, a nondescript man in his mid 30's knelt down in his entryway and picked up his delivery. He sifted through the envelopes with one hand while sipping from the mug of coffee in the other. Each … Continue reading The Pierced Arc: The Blog’s First Serial
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