Experiment #395

Fozzworth Diplomacy Part 5

The tables were set and the guests were seated. From just outside the door Fiz breathed out a prayer. He straightened his shoulders then walked into the black tie dinner wearing a chicken costume. 

Fiz walked out to the center of the room and began singing the doleful end of a popular dwarf opera about a mine that had run dry and the dwarf who’d worked it all his life. When he finished the room was … Read More

Experiment #394

Fozzworth Diplomacy Part 4

In the morning Fiz performed his tooth retrieval duties, then sought to avoid the Chancellor as much as possible. At one point when he heard the Chancellor coming he jumped into a wardrobe and pulled the door closed. After the Chancellor had passed, Fiz discovered that he had locked himself in. His yelling and banging soon brought him a savior: the Chancellor.

“What are you doing amongst these women’s clothes?” the Chancellor asked. 

Fiz looked around him … Read More

Experiment #393

Fozzworth Diplomacy Part 3

With Ralph sick, Lord Cuspid on a visit to his constituency, Jeffrey on one of his trips to see the Jolly Red Elf, and, of course, Fiz working a double shift gathering teeth, Sekh, head of security, had woken Frannella up from a deep sleep when Lord Martuke arrived. 

As aide-de-camp to the Duke, She was the highest ranking person he could find. Once Sekh had repeated the issue three times she wiped the sleep from … Read More

Experiment #392

Fozzworth Diplomacy Part 2

“Well of course I trust you,” Fiz said more worried than usual about Ed and Fred’s plans.

“Good,” said Ed. 

“Politically we need the Chancellor to reinstate you as Lord High Grumgrum of the Dwarven Regency,” added Fred. 

“The Duchess of Tooth has held the position for the last thousand years,”

“But the transfer is by no means guaranteed from one ruler to the next.”

“Even more so this time with the change in gender.”

“He’s here to see whether you’re … Read More

Experiment #391

Fozzworth Diplomacy Part 1

Fiz appeared out of thin air with tired eyes. The tooth fairy control room was long past the height of activity. Only the first of the tiered rows of operations personnel remained. A janitor busied himself in the back of the room. Fiz walked up to the first row and yawned. “Kip, remind me to fire Ralph if he ever gets sick again.”

“That won’t solve your issue, Sire,” Kip said. Kip was an old elf … Read More

Experiment #308

Sacrifice

From deep in the cave, a belch reverberated. Klon adjusted his grip on the spear and walked toward it. He sprinkled forma root behind him. Its red, psychic resonance clear in his mind. He’d volunteered for the sacrifice. His brother, Klar, who hadn’t volunteered, never returned.

Klon rounded a corner and found the monster. It belched again. A bloody shred of ceremonial robes landed in front of Klon as a toxic miasma blew over him. His eyes burned. The world … Read More

Experiment #265

Infusion Book 1, Part 9

They ran as fast as they could through the underbrush, pushing branches aside as they rushed through. Sounds of pursuit began to reach them from trees behind them. Cran fired a few wild shots backwards to discourage those sounds. Then he took the lead as Wilbur’s adrenaline started to wane and the pudge he’d shepherded through years of bad meals and rich desserts began to weigh on him.

Up ahead the trees thinned as the ground … Read More

Experiment #264

Infusion Book 1, Part 8

“Wish I’d gotten invisibility and you got the horn,” Cran said without even trying to hide his feelings. “I could do a lot with invisibility.”

“If you could control it,” Wilbur said.

“You are surrounded with superior forces and superior weaponry,” called a voice on a loud-speaker.

Wilbur looked at Cran. Panic spread across Wilbur’s face and he suddenly vanished from view.

Cran shook his head, picked up a grenade launcher and walked to the window. He looked out. … Read More

Experiment #263

Infusion Book 1, Part 7

After Cran had disabled all of the booby traps. He and Wilbur entered the single, dirty room that served as both armory and living space. “Make yourself at home,” Cran said as he reset the booby traps.

Cran offered him a cup of tea, which Wilbur hesitantly accepted. Wilbur moved two grenades and an automatic rifle to make space on the couch, and sat down.

Cran handed Wilbur an exquisite china saucer and cup while he took … Read More

Experiment #262

Infusion Book 1, Part 6

Wilbur picked up his fork. “It really carved my name? It carved ‘Wilbur Dibbs’?”

“‘Wilbur Cranford Dibbs’ to be exact.  There were actually four of you in the entire world, but you were the only one terminally ill at the time.”

“Why would that make a difference?”

“Technically it didn’t. We gave the serum to all four of you.”

“So there are three other guys like me? Like this?” He motioned to himself.

“No, you were the only one to … Read More

Experiment #261

Infusion Book 1, Part 5

They drove to a run down Italian restaurant on the outskirts of the city. They walked in and took a table in the far back. Dr. Smite positioned himself to watch the door, while Wilbur slid into the seat across from him.

“What are we doing here?” Wilbur asked.

“The pancakes are delicious here,” Dr. Smite said. He studied his menu.

“This is an Italian restaurant.”

“Their nationality has no impact on the quality of their food.”

“Why are we … Read More

Experiment #260

Infusion Book 1, Part 4

Wilbur spent a confusing night in jail. Periodically an officer would run in and look bewildered to find Wilbur sitting in the same spot as last time.

The next morning another officer came in,  “Pack your bags, Grandpa, you’re gettin’ outta here.”

“What?” Wilbur asked. “Why?”

“You can ask the Who, When, and How once you’re outta here, c’mon get movin’,” the officer said.

After he let Wilbur out of the cell he lead him to a desk where … Read More

Experiment #259

Infusion Book 1, Part 3

Across town Jim Watkins finished loading the truck and triple checked the paperwork as it drove off to do its round of deliveries. He’d worked his way up from being a loader at the furniture store to the loading dock manager. He stood by himself while the loading men went for a smoke break or to cool off with a soda from the machine.

Wilbur ambled up the drive toward the loading dock. He took his … Read More

Experiment #258

Infusion Book 1, Part 2

Wilbur awoke in a dark, cold room. At first he thought he’d been placed in a coffin, but further inspection revealed cold metal sides. When his fingers explored the panel above his head, pushing lightly, a crack of light opened at his feet. When he pushed further he realized he lay in some kind of drawer. As he pushed his way out he found himself in a stark white room with cold metal accents all … Read More

Experiment #257

Infusion Book 1, Part 1

Wilbur Cranford Dibbs lay sprawled in a hospital bed, dying. Three rounds of chemo and two extreme diets hadn’t fixed his problem, but a new fresh-faced doctor had just come in with one final plan.

“You’re sure this will work?” Mrs. Watkins, Wilbur’s sister asked.

“Very little is certain in medicine,” Dr. Smite said. “There are always complications with new medications, but all the research says it’s promising. Human trials have been mixed, though.” Dr. Smite smiled. … Read More