Kerry Duncan
Bio
I like to write fiction. I hope you like reading it.
Stories (12)
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Office Visit
A psychiatrist sat behind her desk, in an elegantly appointed office, reviewing and rewriting her notes from her last patient. This was her favorite moment. Quiet. Thoughtful. The moment was shattered when the next client burst into the room, followed closely by the doctor's receptionist. The new client was very loud. Demanding.
By Kerry Duncan3 years ago in Fiction
The White Room
The small room was white. All white. White walls. White furnishings. The screen filling one wall appeared as white snow. The small, built-in bed on the opposite wall was white and very spartan. The woman sitting on the end of the bed was almost completely covered in a skin-tight, sensory suit. The suit was white. Her helmet lay next to her as she contemplated this last level of the climb, the arctic zone.
By Kerry Duncan3 years ago in Fiction
Into the Unknown
Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. JonDolar was not a happy Being. Spending a full Rotation on this Outer Reaches beast cruise was not zis idea of a sweet assignment. The only crew aboard this retrofitted cargo ship full of Unknowns, held in IsoProtect until they reached the outworld holding facility, zis primary job was to keep this flying space zoo clean. You know what I mean. Space poo. Ugh.
By Kerry Duncan3 years ago in Fiction
The Mind's Eyes
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." I read the line I had written. I read it again. I sighed. I was a writer of chilling horror fiction—just maybe not a writer of good chilling horror fiction. I sighed again.
By Kerry Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
Picnics on Neila One
JelDarian was riding their circuit of this side of the Valley with KatLynd and thinking of home. “My father was Doctor GalDoxian PharMata, First Professor of Genetic PhiloStudy at PrimeFed University on Neila One,” JelDarian stated by rote, surprising KatLynd. JelDarian’s monologues did not typically cover personal history, KatLynd mused, thinking of their own home on Moon Four.
By Kerry Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
Summers on Moon Four
“Dear Diary,” KatLynd wrote, “today while we were riding our patrol along the ridge of the Valley, JelDarian spoke of home for the first time. JelDarian was remembering summertime with their father, when their father had a lighter schedule at University.”
By Kerry Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dire Wolf
I was chilling in my den, thinking about how much I enjoy howling at the moon on a cold, winter's night. My mind wandered, and I wondered if my youngest daughter might have been an ancient wolf in a previous life. I imagined she would have been a strong, alpha female leading a large, loyal pack. So, I fired up my trusty time machine, set the controls for 10,000 BCE, and went back for a quick look-see...
By Kerry Duncan4 years ago in Fiction
