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Weekly Update #244 - Publishing update
Things My Mother Never Told Me
Things My Mother Never Told Me
Published in Freedom Fiction Journal https://www.freedomfiction.com/2025/03/mother-never-told-by-patrick-s-smith/
The Chaos of Me
The Chaos of Me
Readers have called it “powerful,” “moving,” and “intense.”
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The Monkeys on My Back
A link to one of my poems - From my book "The Chaos of Me."
The Monkeys on My Back
Old Is New Again, Or Is It?
A link to one of my stories
Old Is New Again, Or Is It?
Self publishing old and new
The Chaos of Me - Audio Book
The audio version of "The Chaos of Me."
Thirty-one poems written and read by me
Readers have called it “powerful,” “moving,” and “intense.”
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Tales of the Seeress
The Seeress. The stories about her are countless. Who she is and where she comes from is shrouded in mystery. People say she is the harbinger of good tidings or calamity.
The Chaos of Imagination
The Chaos of Imagination Patrick S. Smith - writer, poet, and knitter To find more of my writings, please visit: https://patrickssmithauthor.wordpress.com/
Just Write
A link to one of my articles
Just Write
Help on becoming a writer
The Broken Time
A link to one of my poems - From my book The Chaos of Me
The Broken Time
Where Do My Loyalties Lay
A link to one of my poems - From my book The Chaos of Me
Where Do My Loyalties Lay
Fail Safe
A link to one of my stories
Fail Safe
The final battles in two wars
The video monitor showed the explosions across a third of the planet. They looked like gray bubbles welling up from the greens and tans of the earth, only to become streaks as the winds blew and tore them apart.
“Bring him in,” Queen Adellma said, as a smile of satisfaction grew on her scarred face.
A few minutes later, the guards dragged Onoth into the throne room, half naked, and they unceremoniously threw him to the ground at the foot of the dais that Adellma’s throne sat upon. As he lay there, unmoving, she got up and stepped down to where he lay, her armor making only the slightest of sounds.
When she reached where Onoth lay, she knelt down beside him and stroked his bruised face with affection. “We’ve done it. The war is over,” she said as one lover to another.
Onoth looked up at the Queen, then back over his shoulder. She felt his body convulse and in her mind could see the look of absolute horror in his face as the tears flowed from his eyes.
“The Escadian’s time has come, thanks to you. Now our child will rule all of Juhnal as its first emperor.”
Onoth moved slowly away from the dais. Adellma let him go and turned to walk back to her throne. She sat down and waited for the spectacle that was to come. She wanted to watch her husband rail against the attack, to wish the genocide that was now happening wasn’t. And she would savor every moment.
The King stood and stared at the video monitor for several minutes in silence. “You translated my notes?” he ask asked.
“Yes. To the letter. Most effective, I would say. A half-life of two cycles and an eighty percent lethality in the first quarter revolution. By morning, every last Escadian will be dead. Even your strike plan was brilliant.”
Adellma leaned forward in her throne and licked her lips as if she was about to enjoy an exquisite meal. She fixed her eyes on the back of her husband as his head drooped and shoulders slumped. Again, his body convulsed.
She heard the first sounds of his sobs, and the sound confirmed to her his weakness.
Onoth wasn’t a true warrior hardened through battle like Adellma was. The King’s role in the military had been more utilitarian. He was a shrewd strategist and a remarkable engineer, but no fighter. He was the one who had designed the weapon that Adellma had just unleashed.
But rather than use the weapon, Onoth had sought to negotiate peace with the Escadians.
Now he stood crying for the death of their enemy.
Adellma’s eyes grew wide as the volume of his sobs got louder, only they weren’t his sobs. It was his laughter.
Onoth was laughing like a madman as he threw his head back. He spun and faced the Queen. “You stupid beast. Your ambition and lust for total victory, that ‘make them have their last stand’ obsession of yours, has killed us all. Yes, by morning all Escadians will be dead, but the first of us will die. Within a week, no Juhnalian will be left alive.”
The Queen’s mouth and lips quivered as she stared at her husband. “What? How?”
“You only looked at the initial results, and did not think of the full impact. The wind is carrying the agent all over the globe. Just one bomb would have crashed the global population by sixty percent. That strike plan was designed to wipe out everyone.”
Adellma stood up. “Why?” she asked, glaring at the King. “Why destroy the world?”
Onoth stopped laughing. He looked at his wife and smiled. “My last stand. To try to make the universe safe from people like you.”
Fail Safe
A link to one of my stories
Fail Safe
The final battles in two wars
The video monitor showed the explosions across a third of the planet. They looked like gray bubbles welling up from the greens and tans of the earth, only to become streaks as the winds blew and tore them apart.
“Bring him in,” Queen Adellma said, as a smile of satisfaction grew on her scarred face.
A few minutes later, the guards dragged Onoth into the throne room, half naked, and they unceremoniously threw him to the ground at the foot of the dais that Adellma’s throne sat upon. As he lay there, unmoving, she got up and stepped down to where he lay, her armor making only the slightest of sounds.
When she reached where Onoth lay, she knelt down beside him and stroked his bruised face with affection. “We’ve done it. The war is over,” she said as one lover to another.
Onoth looked up at the Queen, then back over his shoulder. She felt his body convulse and in her mind could see the look of absolute horror in his face as the tears flowed from his eyes.
“The Escadian’s time has come, thanks to you. Now our child will rule all of Juhnal as its first emperor.”
Onoth moved slowly away from the dais. Adellma let him go and turned to walk back to her throne. She sat down and waited for the spectacle that was to come. She wanted to watch her husband rail against the attack, to wish the genocide that was now happening wasn’t. And she would savor every moment.
The King stood and stared at the video monitor for several minutes in silence. “You translated my notes?” he ask asked.
“Yes. To the letter. Most effective, I would say. A half-life of two cycles and an eighty percent lethality in the first quarter revolution. By morning, every last Escadian will be dead. Even your strike plan was brilliant.”
Adellma leaned forward in her throne and licked her lips as if she was about to enjoy an exquisite meal. She fixed her eyes on the back of her husband as his head drooped and shoulders slumped. Again, his body convulsed.
She heard the first sounds of his sobs, and the sound confirmed to her his weakness.
Onoth wasn’t a true warrior hardened through battle like Adellma was. The King’s role in the military had been more utilitarian. He was a shrewd strategist and a remarkable engineer, but no fighter. He was the one who had designed the weapon that Adellma had just unleashed.
But rather than use the weapon, Onoth had sought to negotiate peace with the Escadians.
Now he stood crying for the death of their enemy.
Adellma’s eyes grew wide as the volume of his sobs got louder, only they weren’t his sobs. It was his laughter.
Onoth was laughing like a madman as he threw his head back. He spun and faced the Queen. “You stupid beast. Your ambition and lust for total victory, that ‘make them have their last stand’ obsession of yours, has killed us all. Yes, by morning all Escadians will be dead, but the first of us will die. Within a week, no Juhnalian will be left alive.”
The Queen’s mouth and lips quivered as she stared at her husband. “What? How?”
“You only looked at the initial results, and did not think of the full impact. The wind is carrying the agent all over the globe. Just one bomb would have crashed the global population by sixty percent. That strike plan was designed to wipe out everyone.”
Adellma stood up. “Why?” she asked, glaring at the King. “Why destroy the world?”
Onoth stopped laughing. He looked at his wife and smiled. “My last stand. To try to make the universe safe from people like you.”
The Stafford Building
The Stafford Building
Published in Eldritch Science - September 2025
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The Chaos of Imagination
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