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    I killed the man that wasn't there
    I killed the man that wasn't there
    I killed the man that wasn't there
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    I killed the man that wasn't there

    By Darrell B Nelson

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    Four Short Stories that blend science fiction and horror.

    I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE:
    A man decides to to keep his friends close and his enemies closer until he can remove them from space-time.

    I NEVER MEANT TO HURT YOU:
    A childish prank dooms mankind to slavery.

    CONJUNCTION:
    An astronaut believes that his crewmates have had their minds taken over by an alien microbe.

    CURSED SHIP:
    The Commander of a Moon shuttle doesn't believe in curses, until his career is ruined by one.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDarrell B Nelson
    Release dateMar 8, 2011
    ISBN9781458186652
    I killed the man that wasn't there
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    Darrell B Nelson

    Darrell B. Nelson is a former Securities Broker and Insurance Agent who has decided to use the total meltdown of his former industry, and the total destruction of any illusions of personal financial security the meltdown caused, as an opportunity to pursue a writing career. His passion for writing was encouraged at a young age by his his mother, who would read to him every night. Fueling his dreams in ways only books can. As he got older she took him to the library every week. Letting his imagination soar. While other children his age were dealing with where they were and what they were doing, he was flying through space helping to build Asimov's Foundation, Make way for Clarke's Star Child, or living on Bova's Selene. Needless to say, he tripped over things a lot. When he started writing he knew in the future his works would be of great importance, as time travelers arrived and started watching his every move. Or, maybe they were cats, wondering if he would pet them and rub their ears. Time Travelers have whiskers and like to curl up in your lap, right? In his free time he likes to hang out on Facebook, marveling at how far we've come since the time of the Egyptians who would worship cats and write on walls.

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      I killed the man that wasn't there - Darrell B Nelson

      I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE

      Darrell B. Nelson

      Published by Darrell B. Nelson at Smashwords

      Copyright 2011 Darrell B. Nelson

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      Contents:

      I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE

      I NEVER MEANT TO HURT YOU

      CONJUNCTION

      CURSED SHIP

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      I KILLED THE MAN THAT WASN’T THERE.

      Important. Go to the building on Lake Shore and 14th St for the most important meeting of your life, the note said. Ken recognized his own handwriting, but he couldn’t remember writing the note. He almost threw it away but then something in the back of his mind told him he needed to obey.

      After seeing the grand exterior of the building the lobby struck Ken as odd, ornately decorated walls with cheap knock offs for furniture. He figured the building was built to sell condos to the rich and famous, but never attracted any big names so it filled up with people on the C-list. Ken went over to the front desk.

      I’m here for a meeting. He told the young concierge.

      You must be Ken? The concierge asked pulling out an envelope.

      Yes. Ken took the envelope.

      It's in the Penthouse. They left the key. He handed Ken the key to access the penthouse.

      Who lives in the Penthouse? Ken asked.

      It must have been bought recently. The concierge got a puzzled look on his face. I don’t remember anyone living there, but I've only worked here a few months.

      Ken got in the dimly lit elevator and turned the key for access to the Penthouse. He noticed the elevator hadn’t had a thorough cleaning in a while, the carpet had been vacuumed but not shampooed and the mirrored walls had fingerprints all over them. He opened the envelope and read the note.

      I ripped space and time beyond repair.

      It killed a man who wasn’t there.

      I’ve killed that man every day.

      I wish that man would go away.

      The variation on William Hughes Mearns poem was in Ken’s handwriting, but he couldn’t remember writing it or even guess at the meaning.

      Halfway to the Penthouse the elevator lights brightened as if someone put in a brand new bulb, the carpet looked cleaner and the fingerprints magically disappeared.

      Ken looked around wondering if it was an illusion and his vision blurred making his eyesight as bad as before he got LASIK surgery. He could feel his muscles fade away, leaving him not weak but not at the point an hour a day in gym earned him. He noticed his clothes had changed, they were still nice but had a rougher cut, and a cheaper quality. The surreal moment felt almost as if a black and white photo suddenly took on color.

      He reached into his jacket pocket to get his glasses wondering if he had gone insane. He noticed a piece of paper stuck in his pocket with his glasses.

      This is your last chance to gloat. The note in his handwriting said and all of a sudden Ken knew why he wrote those notes and what he had to do.

      He stepped out of the elevator to be greeted by a frantic Donald. Donald, not Don, had been Ken’s childhood friend and later business partner. He took pride in controlling everything around him. Ken suppressed a grin at seeing the normally arrogant titian of industry so out of control.

      Ken, thank God you’re here. Donald said, The strangest things have been happening.

      Oh really? Ken couldn’t help from getting a knowing grin.

      It started about a week ago, Donald said. The world went dark.

      It happens everyday, It’s called nighttime. Ken said.

      No, it’s been dark all week, I could see the difference between night and day because the street lights would come on at night. Donald paced the penthouse suite, Oddly nighttime was better lit than daytime. Between the street lights and moonlight I could see the outside world okay at night, but two days ago, even the moon disappeared.

      Did you tell anyone about this? Ken walked into the living area that he had been to many times in the past.

      I thought they’d figure I had gone mad. Donald confided in him, "I only told Barbara.

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