G. Dean Manuel
Bio
I'm just your average Joe that likes to write fiction in his spare time. I work at Subway, have a girlfriend with LUPUS, and have been homeless. I'm half Filipino/half white, born in the Philippines but I moved to the US when I was young.
Stories (6)
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Bounty: Greed
This is one of my first published works that I got paid for! I was so excited that someone believed in something I wrote to actually invest money in it! It appeared in Issue 6 of Gathering Storm Magazine. Don't worry if you've never heard of them, they are a now defunct magazine.
By G. Dean Manuel5 years ago in Futurism
Conversations with Jesus
This was one of the first stories I ever wrote. I've written, rewritten, scrapped, rewritten... It was a seemingly endless process. It is a project that is dear to my heart, partly because parts of it are direct experiences. I finally decided to try and get it published and it is in Magic We've Forgotten, an anthology.
By G. Dean Manuel5 years ago in Humans
Grandfather
Standing in front of the mirror, a wan candle his only illumination, he didn't know what he was doing, that much was obvious. He was doing what the internet and pop culture said you did in these situations. What kind of childish idiot did she take him for, anyway? His face set in grim lines as he thought of his mother.
By G. Dean Manuel5 years ago in Futurism
The Adam Project
When I woke up, I knew the world had ended. BUNI (Biointegrated Unified Nanite Interface) looked at me with his wide marble eyes. He was in the form of a former toy of mine, one my parents had built for me, a lopsided stuffed rabbit doll with its tongue lolling from its mouth. He was bigger than I remember and spoke strangely. One of the perks of having nanotech engineers as parents is you get cool toys like stuffed bunny rabbits that talk. "Subject Adam. Status: Active. Good morning, Adam. How was your sleep?"
By G. Dean Manuel5 years ago in Futurism
Shattered
The lines have finally blurred completely. I... think I was just at a party but I can't be sure. One minute I was drinking a martini and then the next I'm draped like an old coat on a chair. I don't remember getting here. I'm in a blue dress now... I vividly remember wearing a red dress at the party. It’s all still fresh in my mind. I was there, sipping a martini, gin not vodka, and debating this insufferable woman that maki was a very valid way to consume sushi. I don't eat sushi. It makes my stomach turn knots just thinking of it. I don't know why I know that maki is a form of sushi where it is basically seaweed wrapped. It was happening again.
By G. Dean Manuel5 years ago in Psyche
