Perambulations in Our Time

Perambulations in Our Time

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About the Author…

I write as a philosophical psychologist with a twist of comedy; as far as you are concerned, I am either a madman or have a point.

My little stories mean to stretch your imagination and your awareness. I hope they give you pleasure, food for thought, and change your perception about you, your world, and your safe little place in it.

I sincerely hope that, if you read my books, they are not what you were expecting.

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Author Note:

A word about my writing, facts, and study material: Trust me when I say; I get all my facts right before I put pen to paper; this gives me the privilege to distort them as much as I please with a clear conscience.

All political, religious etc. connotations are fictitious; offense taken by oneself or on behalf of others is by personal choice

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Stories by Cuger Brant…

As Simple As ABC

Clone

Of Mirth and Men

End Game

Fecundity

RDD

The Good Shepherd

In Denial

Soulmate

Perambulations in Our Time

The Haggis

EMP

Melodie’s Secret Book of the Fey, Charms and Spells

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Perambulations in Our Time

Contents:

The Game Player

A Winter’s Tale

A.I. (Artificial Intelligence)

The End Salad Days

The Game Player: Part Two

Mad Dogs and Englishmen

Lightning

The Little Oik

Nanuk

Mother Nature

The Chart

Simmering on the Back Burner

The Mother of all Climate Summits

The Sixth Mass Extinction

A Woman of Substance

Sustainability

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Perambulations in Our Time

Do you own one of these…?

The Game Player

I cringed at each creak of the old wooden, warped stairs, but it did not sway my determination to make it to the bedroom on the first floor.

Just as I crept halfway up, a shadow flickered at the corner of my vision. I froze, and as I stood there, a stale, musky scent lingered in the air.

A somewhat electrical sensation curled through the hairs on the back of my neck, and as they stood up, a cold shiver cascaded down my backbone.

It was all I could do to not hurl myself back down the stairs toward the front door!

A strange determination hit me, telling me not to be afraid, and, plucking up the courage, I proceeded towards the bedroom door.

As I approached, a feeling of light-headedness and nausea began to overwhelm me.

My fingers clutched at the banisters to steady my body, as well as my nerves. After summoning up the last reserves of my courage, I approached the door. My trembling hand hesitantly knocked, then reached for the door handle, and, as I gripped it, an omen of foreboding swept over me.

Timidly, with a somewhat illogical fear, I slowly opened the door, and as I peered into the room, I could barely make out a near, lifeless form on the bed in the dim light. And, at that instant, a hideous, vile smell emanating from the room struck my nostrils, causing me to retch for an instance.

A thin shard of light from a gap in the curtain above the bed barely illuminated the room.

I reached for the light switch, feeling cold with fear; I switched it on.

There, right there before me, was the hideous spectacle of a gangly teenager laying prostrate on the bed.

As its head turned towards me, I sensed its anger, or was it hate?

It, the form on the bed, stared at me with huge eyes as if it were insane.

In its hands was a games controller, which it held defiantly before me as if challenging me to