The Aura of Ariel

by Lou Barba on February 10, 2014 · 2 comments

The truth was that few in the Village were prepared for an event as monumentally evil as the execution of Pope Stephen and his companions. When the rumors began to surface that the assassinations were guided by factors within the church, many people began to panic. The church had been a stabilizing influence in the Village for many generations, and now it seemed that there was nowhere to turn.

A new Pope was appointed, a man who was open to many behaviors that had been considered sinful since the beginning of mankind. He no longer required a belief or a love of Jesus, or any kind of belief in God to continue as a member of the church. He postulated that there was no such thing as hell, and that God would take everybody into heaven. Any priest that did not agree with what he said were sent to “reeducation centers.” Many simply left the church, but the Pope had no shortage of people who had more allegiance to him than to God.


The Immortal

January 4, 2014

No one really took notice of the old man. His clothes were worn, but not shabby. His wide brimmed hat covered a full head of pure white hair. He was seated at one corner of the Village marketplace, stroking a short, white beard. If anyone could see under the pulled down hat, they would look into eyes that were infinitely deep.

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Not Just the Good Die Young

November 18, 2013

It didn’t take long to get the sputtering and protesting Grossmont secured into a holding cell at the village police department. ” I haven’t done anything wrong. You haven’t got one shred of evidence I had anything to do with the mercury poisoning.”

When Carlos slammed the cell door shut, it clanged with finality. ” We don’t have time to stand here in argue with you Grossmont. Thanks to you, I have a lot more work to do today. Don’t get used to that nice cell you have now. Where you’re going makes this place look like a hotel room.”

Carlos went to the locked gun cabinet, retrieving his thirty ought six. It was his weapon of choice. His father had given him the gun when he was a young teenager. Carlos was an expert marksman and was extremely comfortable with this particular firearm. He grabbed three boxes of shells totaling seventy five rounds. “What kind of ammo do you need Alik?”

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A Course in Scheming

October 21, 2013

Carlos held the cell phone up to the superintendent’s face. “I’ve got your boss’s quick dial number punched in. What’s it going to be, Grossmont? Are you going to cooperate or shall I get him down here to open the shed for us? If there’s nothing to hide in there, it won’t look to good for you by making him go to all that trouble.”

The drunken man gave Carlos, Eduardo, and Jasmyne a murderous look. “Go ahead and call him. I’m not opening anything for you.” He started to get up from his creaking office chair.

Eduardo and Jasmyne each grabbed one of his shoulders, shoving him back down in the seat.

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Greed Kills

September 25, 2013

Alik had only been in the Village for a month, but he had never been anywhere that was so hospitable to strangers. He remembered the community where he was born, a small village in southern Russia. Everyone seemed to know everyone else, but because of the ruling communist government, people were very suspicious of each other. The communists well knew how to set friend against friend, using the divisiveness to maintain power. The constant bickering, feuding and fighting led to decreased production in every field, causing many communes to fail.

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