Gerard DiLeo
Bio
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned Catholic church in Hull, MA. Phase I: was New Orleans (and everything that entails).
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Stories (483/0)
126 — The End That Never Happened
It was our New Beginnings Mortuary Special-of-the-Week: Your DNA in an amino acid broth, seeding a future place with life. Your substrate stabilized on wafers and--from low Earth orbit--dispersed 360º with sun-activated atomization recursively reinforcing momentum to 92% light speed. Thermoplast-coated wafers allow re-entry of countless "seeds" of you--YOU!--landing in areas that do the rest. You--arising--as the dominant species!
By Gerard DiLeoabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
125 Happy Endings —Quasquicentennial
A buck-and-a-quarter into the 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge, #125, my quasquicentennial! And as this story goes... Quisque was a storyteller always in search of a happy ending. He was a talented and educated raconteur, but everything he wrote he limited to exactly 125 words. He was a neurotic.
By Gerard DiLeo2 days ago in Fiction
122 — Three Billy Goats Gruff
Once upon a time, there was a lush pasture. The only way to get to it was via a stone arch bridge over a swift stream. The owner of the pasture was fixated on preventing the goats next door from getting across because they ate everything he grew. So he found a homeless troll and offered him the job.
By Gerard DiLeo4 days ago in Fiction
121: MR. POTATO HEAD — the Toy, the Spud, the Victim
CAUTIONARY TALE A future Mr. Potato Head sat in the produce bin. Any passer-by could grope or handle him. Easy pickings. (The produce bin is open source.) The shopper brought the potato home where he did creepy things with it, including manipulating repurposed body parts.
By Gerard DiLeo5 days ago in Fiction
119 Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light
Do not go gentle into that good night — Dylan Thomas James Ferguson had done it all. He had completed all his self-imposed challenges, made a great company, successfully raised three children with his extraordinary wife of 48 years, and accomplished the life's work of many men.
By Gerard DiLeo8 days ago in Fiction
118 Pr'oxymorons in the Workforce
FROM WICKEDPEDIA: PROXYMORONS Proximorons have now entered the workforce and have become well established with the fall of Propriety-and-Sobriety Party in the 2030s. The proxymorons were those equipped to navigate contradictions within unique job descriptions. They were a natural result of the subspecialization of professions like Military Intelligence, Solo Team Captains, Jumbo Shrimp Distributors, and Alpha-Acolytes.
By Gerard DiLeo9 days ago in Fiction
117 — The Day the Whispers Began
The day the whispers began was the last day of Ramadan. Many--almost two billion people--believed Gabriel was bestowing new revelations. Only those who had fasted heard, but the whispers were unintelligible, felt to be some exotic dialect, long extinct.
By Gerard DiLeo10 days ago in Fiction