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A sampler of MK Alexander’s work. Be warned, each story in this collection ends in death or grievous injury.

George & Martha (urban fiction) A tale about an apartment dwelling couple who has not turned off their TV for thirty years.

Louie’s Balloons (urban fairy tale) What’s lower than a mime? Perhaps a balloon sculptor. Meet Louie who has big plans of his own.

Stray Sod (time travelog) The Irish seem to have lots to say about stray sod, but chiefly: don’t step on it. A whirlwind tour of Ireland in and out of time.

The Barrier (science fiction) A nearby world. A classic sci-fi story with an unexpected twist. Guaranteed.

Spontaneous Combustion (science fiction / horror) In this sci-fi horror, a journal from one hundred years ago prompts the new investigation into a curious phenomena.

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THe Barrier

I admit to being nervous. It wasn’t everyday my old professor called me to his chambers for a meeting, and this time, a meeting of some importance. The old song came to my mind, the old, soothing song everyone learned in childhood:

Protect us from the falling sky, embrace our world, we ask not why….
Eternal rampart of destiny, we praise thee, forever on high…

“I put you in charge of this project.”
“Me?” I asked, feeling both surprise and disbelief.
“Of course. It was your ancestors who began it… their idea in the first place. Who better?”
“It’s too much responsibility for one person.” A chill went up my spine.
“Nonsense. No one is better qualified. Assemble your team and get on with the task.”
“The council has approved this?”
“Of course. I still hold some sway with them.”
“I expected a chilly reception, or a tepid response at best.”
“Their passion now burns for completion.”
“And resources will be allocated?”
“Anything you need,” he assured.
“Still, it may take some time… a long time… perhaps, another lifetime. There is no way of knowing.”
“Such has been made clear to the council. They’ve promised to be patient.” My elder, my mentor, put his hand on my back with a certain affection. He had been my teacher at school for a good many years.
“Patient? Hmm… how patient?” I paused to wonder.
“Long ago, all speculation concerning the barrier was heresy,” he began in his particularly academic tone. “To mention it, let alone study its nature, was forbidden. Such ideas went against the flow. The barrier was inscrutable, immutable, impervious, impenetrable.” He let go a laugh and his whiskers bristled. “Archaic thinking…” he said with emphasis and laughed again. “New thinking has spawned over the countless years, and now, the truth of it all can be discovered— largely thanks to your efforts.”

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