On the run.

I’m writing this on a public computer in a small town public library. I’ve lost everything but gained the only thing that really matters.



She showed up at my apartment shortly after I posted my last blog. The scrutiny, the feeling of being watched, had intensified over the past day, so the knock on the door took me by surprise.

Amy walked in like she hadn’t been missing from my life for the past months. “Hi Marc. Ready for our lunch date?”

Her eyes were wide, and she nodded slowly at me as she stared intently at me.

“Um, sure,” I said. I’d have been happy to take her to lunch anyway, even though in that moment all I wanted to do was take her to bed. God, I’d missed her.

She’s my best friend, sexy as hell, and incredible in bed. She knows me like no one else.

“I’ve been looking forward to our date for a long time,” she says, walking over toward the couch. She stops by the lamp and lifts a devise that looks like a small, black shirt button with a thin wire dangling from it. I’d never seen it before, and had no idea what it was.

She mouthed the word “Bug” as she puts the device back under the lamp shade.

No wonder I was feeling watched.

“Well, let’s go get something to eat,” I say. “I’m starved.”

It wasn’t until we were out of the building and driving in her car that she opened up.

“They’ve been watching you too closely. Not giving us a chance to extract you. I had the best chance of getting you out because people in the building knew me from when I lived there.”

“Who’s watching me, I asked, “and why?”

She shook her head. “We’re not sure. Whoever they are, they’re after all of us. Psylons have been disappearing.”

Shit! I probably shouldn’t have been posting on my blog.

I didn’t say it. I just thought it, but Amy must have read my thoughts. “No. We want you to keep posting. If everything goes south, at least there will be some kind of public record of what’s happening. Write about everything…even this.”

So I am.

I can’t go back to my apartment, and I don’t have my laptop, but I do have all my passwords, and access to my writing via my cloud drive. My postings will probably be spotty over the next few weeks, but I’ll do what I can to keep this blog updated. If it goes dark…well, that probably means I’m not around anymore.

From what Amy tells me, these people are dangerous, and I’m lucky to have escaped.

There were black SUVs following us for a few miles, but Amy was able to manipulate a few minds and cause a traffic jam behind us. She appears to know a lot more about using these new powers than I do.

Anyway, that’s it for now. We have to head out. Amy’s taking me to a secret Psylon base, where we should be safe.

Fingers crossed. At least I have someone I trust beside me.




The people watching the people watching me.

It all seemed a little too convenient, I know. Someone like Sarah showing up at the 4th of July fireworks, looking for me. Okay, I was horny and not thinking very clearly. That Psylon hunger thing Dr. Paul told me about, is very real.

Sexy woman with champagne over fireworks background
Anyway, I remember some of the Psylons I’d met on my visit to their hidden base telling me about mind shields. At the time, I had to just take their word that such things existed. But now I’ve encountered one, and know exactly how they feel. So I’m starting to wonder if she specifically targeted me?

sexy coupleI may not be able to read her mind, but there are other minds around that are like open books. Take Heather and Jim. That young couple I told you about that lives just a few doors down from me. They’re starting to notice strange people hanging around. Businessmen People who don’t live in the apartment building, but seem to always be wondering through.


Something is definitely going on. I’ve even picked Sarah’s face from the minds of many of my neighbors. I think she’s been spying on me.


It’s something I’m going to have to investigate further.

Fireworks under the stars.

Yesterday was Independence Day in more one way for me. I’m not much of a parade and greasy food kind of guy, but there’s just something about fireworks I find fascinating, so after hiding out all day in my apartment, I decided to slip down to the lake to watch the fireworks last night. It was the first time I’d been out of my apartment for any extended time since my blackout period.

I grabbed a couple of wine coolers and a blanket, and headed to the lakeside park. There was quite a crowd gathered, but no one I recognized. In the midst of the crowd, I began to realize just how overwhelming these new mind powers can be. I could barely concentrate, with so many stray thoughts bombarding my brain.

I packed up and moved down the beach, to a more secluded area. Just before the fireworks show began I found a nice, quiet place, under some trees, that still had a good view of the cloudless night sky over the lake.

As the first few fireworks exploded overhead, I opened a wine cooler and sat back. It was easy to relax and just lose myself in the display.

“Do you really want to be alone tonight?” The silky voice surprised me. I hadn’t sensed anyone near.

Sexy woman with champagne over fireworks background
Out of the darkness a gorgeous woman appeared. Long dark hair, bright eyes, and pouty lips that begged to be kissed. Her skimpy dress advertized sleek lines and sexy curves. She held a glass of wine in one hand and took a stance that shouted ‘available.’

“Hi,” I said rising (in more ways than one). “I’m Marc.”

“I know,” she answered. “I know who you are, and what you are.”

The hair on the back of my neck rose. Who was this chick?

I tried like hell to delve her mind, but something was blocking me. “Who are you?”

“Someone who’s looking out for you. Someone who cares.”

That didn’t answer any of my questions.

Then she smiled, and held up her hand. “I’m Sarah. Can I join you?”

I invited her to sit down on the blanket next to me. What the hell, she was hot and even without being able to read her mind, I had a good guess as to what was on her mind. “So, when you said you knew what I am, you mean you know I’m a writer? You read my blog?”

She smiled. “That too. I also know you’re a Psylon.”

I wasn’t expecting that. “That’s just stuff I write about on my blog. You know . . . fiction,” I lied.

“If you say so,” she said, sliding her hand up my thigh and squeezing my crotch. “I just love authors.” Now I really didn’t need to read her mind to know what she was thinking.

I reached over and ran my fingers through her silky locks, cupping the back of her head and drawing her lips toward mind. There was no resistance.

As the night sky exploded with color, we rolled on the blanket locked in a kiss that had me ready to pop. She worked my jeans open and freed my cock, while I worked my fingers under her dress. She was so wet. So ready.

“I need you now. Rough and quick.” She was breathing heavily, her full breasts heaving against my chest.

So that’s the way I took her.

After, we wrapped in the blanket and watched the rest of the fireworks. Then I took her home and made a few more.

I fell asleep in her arms, but when I woke this morning, she was gone.

A dream? Maybe. Things have been so weird lately.

But I don’t think so.

Happy Independence Day!