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Writing is the art of painting yourself into a corner and then pointing to a trapeze that wasn't there a moment ago.

Your Chosen Geek
Published works
Published works

The stories on this page are free, but if you'd actually like to purchase some other things I've written, well don't let me stop you.

When we last left our hero
When we last left our hero

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Seat Of Our Pants Audio
Seat Of Our Pants Audio

Radio dramas from my own theatre company, the Seat Of Our Pants Players.

Weekly Geeky – Brains, the final frontier.

For our second Weekly Geeky, the question mixes Halloween and Sci-Fi.

There is a race of aliens who fly around in cubes. Apparently, resistance does not accomplish anything against them.

Imagine they came to an Earth infected with a plague of zombies.

Would they assimilate or be infected by the zombies?

What would happen to the assimilators in their cubes?
6 votes

Put your votes here, and comment. Or feel free to let us know what you think on Facebook.

And now, something new.

Choose Your Own Geekery is changing its focus. Long form stories where you, the reader get to vote on the next chapter are not sustainable. I will go into more detail at some point, but for now, we enter a new world.

Happy Thursday. For the foreseeable future, Thursday will be the home of The Weekly Geeky!

“Umm… Kay? Wozzat?”

The Weekly Geeky is where you, the Choosy Geeks who make this site what it is, get to have your say in the sort of debates that I love thinking about. Some pop culture, some mythology, lots and lots of crossovers.

What we need is an example, and lo and behold, I have one!

A certain green muppet with ears has told us that the dark side is anger, fear, and aggression.

In another universe lives a billionaire in a bat suit who fights crime with those exact tools.

Should these universes collide, would the vigilante be seduced to the side of dark?

What's the fate of a Bat in a Galaxy far, far away?
6 votes

Make your votes here. You may also share your comments here or on my Facebook Page.

Thank you for joining me on this new era in Choose Your Own Geekery.

Our First Mixed Up Story Starter

Our first mixed up story is below. The categories chosen were: ALIENS and COLONIAL PERIOD

Please continue to add your suggestions for more story elements and genres to the list below.

  1. Cozy Mystery
  2. Young Adult Dystopian
  3. Free Verse
  4. High Fantasy
  5. Murder Whodunit
  6. Genie
  7. Sci Fi
  8. Vampires
  9. Aliens
  10. Steampunk
  11. Gothic
  12. Colonial Period
  13. Space Opera Serial

And now, without further ado.


November 29, 1650

I write these words here in my own private journal for the simple reason that no one will believe them if I say them out loud.
This island was not here last year.
I make and study the maps we have. That is my task and has been since I apprenticed to the trade of a navigator. Also, I have been to these shores before. Not only last year, but on three occasions before. This New World is not so new that it should rebuild itself, but apparently that is what I face.

I will pass over my objections to setting out so late in the year. No one asked my thoughts on the matter, so on their own heads be the cold and ice. Sadly, I am with them, so it is on my head (in the form of snow and sleet) as well. The worst part for me to endure is the crew’s constant astonishment and remarking on the cold. We are well north of the colony on Plymouth, so I honestly have no idea what they expected, and I know it to be true many of them were here not so long ago.

It is in man’s nature to be curious. I know and understand this, but sometimes I wonder if curiosity is how Providence punishes the reckless. 
We had been skirting the shoreline for days, with the same view all the time. To port, the landscape was white and filled with barren trees covered in snow. An outcropping of homes — be they English, Dutch, or one of the native villages — would occasionally sprout up, preceded by towers of wood smoke. Off starboard was an unrelenting ocean which stayed dark grey  all the way back to England as far as we could tell.

Yesterday morning we spotted the patch of green. Sleet fell steadily on our ship, and so to hear the lookout cry out “Green land ahead” made us, to a man, think the cold had gotten to the poor fellow. It was not long before we all stood on the decks with unbelieving eyes. 

We sailed around the island which sat some four furlongs off shore from the mainland. As near as I can tell, it is a perfect circle rising in a dome above the sea. This alone was enough to make me desire to turn away from it. The Lord paints his islands in many shapes, but he uses a sort of geometry more elaborate than a table-maker.

Nightfall was not so far off. A boat was sent to land on the island. The men were there no more than a few minutes before returning. They spoke of heat which seemed to come from under their feet, and the grass they returned with is like none I have seen neither in this New World nor in England.

At the top of the dome sits a hut. I say that as though I have seen its like before. Good Captain Jones says he shall take more of us to the island at daybreak to see that hut. We sit now anchored off its shores and telling ourselves the low sound we hear is the ocean, no matter that we are men of the sea and have never heard water sound like that before. I am to be among those going to the hut, and I am much afeared.

Mixing it up this time.

So what’s up next on the Choose Your Own Geekery front? Well, your Chosen Geek has decided to stretch his writing muscles with a good, old-fashioned genre mashup.

The idea is simple. Take two elements and put them together. Who cares if they belong together? A story about ninja assassins in Lollipop Land? Sure. Vampires and Kaiju monsters? Neat.

And so I am left with the need for genres.

Please comment here or on our Facebook page. Give me your suggestions to add to the list below. A genre, an element, a twist to the story. I will randomly (like seriously randomly) choose two of them and combine them into a mix.

  1. Cozy Mystery
  2. Young Adult Dystopian
  3. Free Verse
  4. High Fantasy
  5. Murder Whodunit
  6. Genie
  7. Sci Fi
  8. Vampires
  9. Aliens
  10. Steampunk
  11. Gothic
  12. Colonial Period
  13. Space Opera Serial

Please get your suggestions in. (And don’t worry if we go over the 10 spots there.) On May 5th, I will roll the dice and put together the first of several story beginnings. More will come and eventually…

You will need to choose.

Cold Digs: The final chapter

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You take a deep breath. The cold air in your lungs seems to sap more strength from you, but you force yourself to ignore the sensation.
“I’m going to try to reach that panel we saw earlier. It looked like it would open up that door. Maybe.”
“What should I do?” says Kim.
“Honestly, I think two of us will just get in each other’s way. Conserve your energy.”
She grunts. Maybe it could be a laugh. “I could go for a nap about now.”
“Maybe don’t conserve that much.”
You focus on where you remember the panel to be. Again, you’re going to have to do some climbing on a surface which wasn’t meant for that. This time, you’ll do it in the dark. The wall is smooth, but by spreading your body flat against it, you have enough friction to go up without sliding down.
It takes a stupid amount of time, but you do manage to get to the panel. “Found it!”
“Does it open the door?”
“I don’t know yet. There’s a bunch of things here, and I don’t know what does what.”
You can hear the tension in Kim’s voice. “If you’re waiting for me to come up with a better plan than pushing buttons randomly…”
“Message received.”
You press down the bumps along the surface of the panel. Some of them are static, but some things move. From behind the doorway, you hear mechanical sounds. It reminds you of the heat kicking on when you mess with a thermostat, only louder.
It’s almost loud enough to drown out the screams.
“Did you hear –” Kim stops when the loudest sound yet reaches your ears. Not a whirr, not a buzz. This is definitely a clunk, a deafening clunk made by something that really shouldn’t break being demolished.
And then the door opens. 
Even considering how long you’ve been in complete darkness, the light is insanely bright. Your eyes are burning, and, too late, you realize it’s not only your eyes. 
Vague shapes behind the light seem to move. You can make out their screams, but only barely over your own. 
Perhaps there was another way. A way in which you could have learned what, and who, was beyond this door without also unleashing this torrent of burning energy. Perhaps you could have pieced together the mystery if you’d taken a different path. But the time for perhaps is gone from you now.  You have one final thought, and it’s likely that Kim has it too.
At least you won’t die from the cold.