Dan or A Shitload of Trouble

Dan couldn’t say he enjoyed his life much. Living in the middle of Phoenix was the closest thing to a hell on earth he could think of. Already, in just February, the temperature was almost ninety. He groaned while thinking about how the summer was going to be.

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Add to this the miles and miles it took just to leave the track home suburbia behind him. It required a fifty mile drive just to see a plot of land without a house or business planted on it, not that he had time to head out into nature much. Dan worked full time, pushed himself through a master’s program, while helping care for his aging mother, who always acted like she was doing him the favor. Any little fragments of spare time he ever had were always eaten up by his school work.

After pushing back a long strand of dark hair, he sighed while lighting up a smoke. Even though his long work day was finished, he still had three hours of live classes and a forty minute commute home.

He took a long drag and then almost hit a car that suddenly slowed from sixty to twenty in front of him. He was just able to slam on the breaks in time, but as he watched, the car started to roll into another lane where a passing SUZ hit it full on. Both cars began to spin out of control and it was all Dan could do to remain clear of the explosion of glass and twisted metal.

Not knowing what else to do, he pulled over into the break down lane, but he almost didn’t make it as more cars went out of control and collisions occurred both before and behind him.

“What the hell,” he said aloud as he pulled over as far as the lane would allow. He saw a few other motorists trying to do the same thing, but those proved to be the exceptions. The majority of the vehicles plowed into each other. He had never seen such destruction outside of a disaster movie.

One person died in this three-car crash. (KATU News photo)
He decided that exiting from his pickup might be a safe call and he moved himself to the other side of the waist-high cement wall that lined the freeway.

Looking around he saw other people scrambling out of their cars and looking as confused as he was, but he turned his attention to those still on the road. A woman’s car coasted to a stop not far from him. Despite the risk, he rushed over to her ride.

Upon reaching the passenger window, he saw that she appeared to be unconscious. He banged on the window, but she didn’t move. He was banging again when one of the people on the side of the road yelled out a warning. Dan jumped back just in time to avoid a semi that raced out of control into the stalled car, which held the sleeping woman.

Feeling like his heart had just leapt out of his mouth, he stumbled back to the break down lane. Everywhere broken and burning cars filled the highway. He spotted more vehicles that had avoided the mayhem, but just stayed where they were. From the distance he could see several of them had drivers that appeared to be unconscious or sleeping.

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Taking in the drivers there seemed to be no difference between them and the people on the side of the road. Both men and women stood there in fear. Both old and young were affected and yet also immune.

“Must be some poisonous gas or something,” a man in his sixties yelled.

“Then why didn’t it affect us?” A young man in shorts with a sleeve full of tattoos asked.

A woman on the edge of panicking clutched a young boy in her arms. “Whatever it is has affected my son, what should I do?’

Dan joined the other two men, near the mother. The older man looked over the boy and concluded, “He looks like he’s breathing normally. He just seems to be asleep.”

“But he won’t wake up.”

“Neither will anyone else,” Dan said and then joined the others as they ducked down due to another giant explosion.

The older man straightened up. “The only thing we know for sure is that we’re in a shitload of trouble.




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Yig Awakes


The day had started slow, which suited Jack’s hung-over brain just fine. Lunch hour proved quiet and Jack thought he might make it through another morning shift at Scallywags without much trouble, but of course that’s when things go wrong.


About two in the afternoon something hit the pub, which caused it to rock like an unmanned boat in a hurricane. While Jack fought to just maintain his footing, bottles tumbled from the shelves behind the bar and shattered into shards of flying glass. The bartender on shift was a young, petite woman named Holly and she shrieked as the boozes exploded on both sides of her. Instead of trying to flee, she froze. Another cry tore from her when a large bottle of vodka cracked her forehead and drew blood.


With a growl, Jack hurried her way, but moving over an undulating floor proved anything but easy. He dodged falling chairs and scrambling costumers as he made his way toward her.

Napa Earthquake

When at last he reached the bar, Jack leaned forward and grabbed her by the waist. As if lifting a toy, he drew her over the bar and into the dubious safety of the rest of the restaurant. More shouts and crashes were heard, as Holly held onto him like a long lost lover.

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Then, as quickly as it had started, the shaking dwindled into nothing.

Miles, one of the waiters, rushed up to them. “That was an earthquake, right?”

“I don’t think it was God bowling,” Jack replied.

As if suddenly realizing how hard she’d been hugging him, Holly drew away as her face blushed red. “Um, sorry, but that was really scary.”

“Worse things could happen,” Jack said, “But right now we need to take care of you. Your forehead is bleeding,” looking down, he saw her bare legs covered with all various splashes of booze, “and your legs could be injured too.”

As Jack guided the trembling girl toward the first aid kit, the manager, Larry, came rushing over. “Hey wait, we can’t leave all our costumers out here alone.”

“You watch them then,” Jack said. “I’m not going to have Holly go into shock on me. I’m sure a thousand injured are going to be overloading the hospitals in minutes. We’re going to have to fair for ourselves here.”

Larry met his eye and then nodded. “Okay, but there’s broken glass everywhere. This place is a litigation sandwich that’s about to have a bite taken out of it.”

“I say we close the place. No one will be coming here after all that. Give me a minute to help Holly and then we’ll come around and see what needs to be done next.”

Jack knew he took a chance talking to the shift manager so bluntly, but it appeared to have paid off, for Miles and Larry took off and got busy talking to the patrons and cleaning.

Holly looked up at him with her light blue eyes. “Thanks for helping me back there. It could have gotten a lot worse.”

Looking up at the television, he saw that the storm in northern Arizona had increased in it fury. “We had better watch ourselves, it still could.”’


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Most people were never asked into Fin’s residence. Several reasons for this existed, but the most obvious remained the hundreds of aquariums that lined the walls, that and the lingering odor. Despite the hundreds of snakes he kept within the various glass cages, it was really the mice and rats that he breed, which caused the most offensive smells.

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He was just tossing a large mouse into his Southern Arizona Gopher Snake’s cage when the room began to shake. His eyes grew wide with alarm as the aquariums began to rock on the shelves. For the first time in months he wished he didn’t live alone, but rare was a woman, or even a man for that matter, who was willing to live amongst so many serpents.

Setting himself to do his best, Fin flung his body against two of the larger selves. They bounced and rattled, but he refused to let go. He braced his back into the units while white knuckled fingers gripped the shelves on either side of him. So far he’d been able to keep the two selves upright, but all around him others toppled to the floor. Glass shattered and snakes found their freedom. Soon dozens of their sleek forms coiled and slithered around him.

Their movements left him mesmerized. Greens, oranges, greys…all swirling, mixing together until he couldn’t tell where one serpent stopped and the next began.

The quaking started to subside and it he had managed to keep his two biggest selves upright, but it looked like he still had a huge task before him. Shaking his head to clear it, he moved away from the selves, but just as he did a smaller aquarium on the top shelve tumbled over the side and struck him in the temple. The world spun and the still quaking earth didn’t help things.

He fell to his knees and then toppled forwards. The snakes moved everywhere. They swarmed over his body and crawled into his clothes. Arcs of color blurred and fogged soon they covered his face as they buried him under their serpentine masses.


He reached out for his cell phone, but his fingers fell away as a darkness claimed him.

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After pushing his glasses back to the bridge of his nose, Doulas took another bite of his dripping sandwich. He glanced out the window and shook his head when he didn’t see a single cloud. Nothing but baby boy blue out there, he thought to himself .

Shadowed Man

The television screen showed a different story. Rain fell in bucket sized drops. Already flooded roads flowed like rivers. He watched as a car was drawn through the streets by the water. He thought it did pretty well until it crashed into an overturned RV.

He took in what the announcer said, as he loaded a thick pinch of marijuana into a bowl. “Meteorologists are still baffled by the strange weather patterns taking place in Northern Arizona. A storm system has clung to the San Francisco Peaks and has hovered over Flagstaff for more than a day now.


“Shit, I hope Alex is okay,” he said aloud as he took a big hit and then handed the bowl to his girlfriend.

She brushed a thin lock of blonde hair behind her ear and took a hit without saying anything. When she had a cherry of red going, she said. “Wish we could get some rain.” She paused, took a second hit and then handed the empty blow back to hit. “Hey can you help me move some things out of my car, my mom says I can’t keep my futon at her house anymore so I have to go get it.”


He contemplated loading another bowl, but instead rose to his feet and led the way out into the bright desert afternoon. He noticed an odd stillness. Unlike to the north, the air hung heavy. Not so much as a twig moved. No birds song and even the noise of the passing traffic sounded muted.

Blaming his feelings on the weed, he quickly discovered that helping his girlfriend meant doing it all himself and her car was a mess. He grabbed a handful of old paper bags and headed toward the large plastic garbage receptacle.

Halfway there, the ground started to shake. If wasn’t too much as first, but then he found himself preforming an awkward dance just to stay on his feet.

His girlfriend didn’t fare as well and with a cry tumbled to the gravel between the cars.

“Julie,” he yelled and tried to make it to her. It proved a difficult task. The ground buckled under him and he tumbled back hitting his shoulder against the fence. Wincing in pain, he used the fence for support as the world went to hell around him.

He gasped as a telephone pole crashed to the ground sending off sparks. Another one, three houses down, did the same thing, but its sparks hit a pile of leaves and caught them ablaze. Within his own yard, potted plants tumbled to the sidewalk and shattered loudly. His husky began to howl like he was lamenting the end of days.

Fallen telephone Poles

Swearing under his breath, he managed to make it to Julia just as the quaking began to slow.

“What was that?” she asked wile rubbing at her bleeding knee.

“Earthquake I guess, but if you’re okay, I need to make sure that fire is out or this whole neighborhood could go up on flames.”

Again, he found his progress slowed for live power lines crisscrossed the pavement between him and the fire. They moved like the twitchings of a dying squid and he looked on with dismay as the fire grew.

“Hello!” he shouted. “There is a big fire out here.”

Some people were already out of their homes and a few of his neighbors reached the fire and put it out, but he doubted the small fire was the only problem he faced.

Julie appeared at his side. “The power is out and even the cell phones aren’t working.”

“Looks like you won’t be visiting your mother today.”


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Jack in Darkness


Nathan leaned back in his chair. His son had gone to school and he felt thankful for a little peace, but then chided himself for his thoughts a moment later. Who am I kidding? All I have is peace. Errr, the only thing worse than being unemployed and living in your mother’s basement is having to suffer through the indignity with a son in tow.

Pushing himself to his feet, he walked to the western door of his subterranean lair. The shadows clung to him, willing him back into their comfortable embrace. ‘Your goals can be put off for another day,’ they seemed to whisper. ‘The delights of electronic love awaits for you here. Movies, the web…video games.’

He ground his teeth and pushed the door open. The bright desert light assaulted his senses. The February heat felt good on his bones and he figured it was close to a perfect temperature outside.

Desert sky

Stepping out onto the packed earth, he let his toes clutch at the pebbles beneath his feet. To the east he saw the first signs of the Tucson Gem Show coming to life. Giant white tents could be seen on the other side of the wash. Soon thousands of people would be filling the city and creating the world’s largest gem and mineral show.

He watched as a new tent reached up into the air. It expanded like a man filling his chest with air. On cue, he breathed in the crisp smell of lingering sage. The wind tossed his hair as he stared over the empty complex. Outside of the gem show nothing stirred. Children were in school and adults were at their jobs. Everyone had something to do but him.

The dark fingers of shade called to him. It would be easy to forget about today and just piss it away like he’d done to so many others, but something had inspired him. A thread of motivation had entered into his conscious and he pulled on it like a drowning man grasping a stick.

Forest Jack

Setting himself, with a new feeling of motivation, he decided he would throw on his shoes and a new shirt so he could check out the show. There was no reason a man as broke as himself should go shopping, but it would be a chance for him and an excuse to get out. Walking around didn’t cost anything.

With a final nod, he headed back inside and tried not to look at the flat screen while he hurried into his shoes.

To be continued every week.

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