Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

I pull the boogie out from my noise and turn it back and forth, holding it up to the light as I appraise it carefully, like an expert jeweler.  A second later, Connor Johnson bursts into the boys’ room, followed by a dozen of his eight-year old cronies.

“EEEEWWWW!!!”  He levels an accusatory finger at me.  “Look at Kent—he’s about to EAT HIS BOOGER!  It’s ’cause he’s still a STOOPID LITTLE SIX-YEAR OLD!!!”

“NO I WASN’T!” I cry, wiping the snot off onto the edge of the sink.  “You guys are ASSHOLES!”

“What did you just say?”  Susie Derkins steps forward, her eyes turning deadly serious.  “Did you just call us B-holes?”

“Get over yourself.”  I try to sound brave, but Susie’s nine; her strength dwarfs mine by orders of magnitude.  “They say it on TV all the time.”

“Well this is real life, dookie-face.”  Her hand shoots out, grabbing me around the throat.  I claw at her fingers, trying to pry the off my neck, but to no avail. 

Jesus Christ…she’s so…fucking…STRONG…

“Dickbags.”  I draw a thin, reedy breath.  “If I was your guys’s age, then I’d make you eat my sweaty buttlips, you ignorant bunch a’ whore-stained tampons.”

“NO SWEARING!”  Susie squeezes harder.  “YOU HAVE A DIRTY, DIRTY MOUTH, KENT!”

“Not..as dirty…as your mother’s,” I manage.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY???”  She squeezes harder.

Oh shit—black walls…closing in…

Fuck it.  I open my eReader to Echo, activating its reality distortion powers.  Magic flash.

At the same time I expand into my strapping, giant-dicked thirty-year old self, my tormentors’ moms burst into the bathroom.  They’re all clad in some kind of fuck-me-til-I-werewolf-howl outfit—ranging from crotchless panties to leather catwoman getups to shiny red demon costumes.

The horned up moms surge past their kids like a rogue tidal wave and start making out with me, super gropey with an extra side of tongue.  In between a storm of sloppy AF kisses, I manage to make eye contact with Susie, Connor, and their dickfaced thralls.  Their wide eyes and slack jaws send a delicious tingle running through my nuts.  These fuckstains are all gonna need a few years of therapy to erase this from their minds—probably decades, in some cases.

“Happy mental scarring, you vicious little chimps!” I blurt before one of the moms grabs my chin and thrusts her tongue down my throat.  My enemies flee from the bathroom, bawling in loud, snot-stringed sobs.  YES!

Mm-chika BOW WOW!  MM-tsst MM-tsst MM-tsst MM-tsst!

(That’s how I sing porn music, in case you were wondering)

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Are you a disgruntled adult trapped in a disgruntled kid’s body?  Are a bunch of chimp-brained neander-fucks ganging up on you and making your life a living hell?  Never fear!  Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle  Vol. 3 on Kindle here:  Vol. 3 on Kindle  Vol.4 on Kindle here:  Vol. 4 on Kindle  Echo Omnibus here:  Echo Omnibus  Echo Vol. 1 & 2 Combined Edition here:  Combined Edition  If you wanna hear me babble on about anything and everything, and strain my FREAKIN’ BRAIN, then here’s a link to my podcast:  Strained Brains!  It is on iTunes, Stitcher, Spotify, and Google Play!  Please give it a listen and a five-star review!  Here’s the miscellaneous gear that I use to try and become an uber-human:  Optimization, and last but not least, my buddy Jumar Balacy has made a supercool microsite at kentwaynebrain.com!  Go check out his computer-based wizardry  🙂 🙂 😀

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15 thoughts on “Echo: A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

      • In your end? Oh! Certainly – in one end to come out of another. It’s how we connect, plug in, and tune the knobby dials. Let me listen, as I pinch and squeeze and turn/tweak till we hit the right frequency of ecstatic “i screams”

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      • I don’t know anything except words. And I like making people squirm for any and all reasons. Read my lips – is this written image confusing you? That’s might fun. Psycho circus sideshow freak show, sure we could cage you up and use you somehow. Get some midget tiny acrobats to swing on and off your trapeze pole.

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      • If that’s the case you can use your braineurism to affix the mark of my beast to your sweet little ticker. Direct link to the backstage psychotauts.
        You’ve got echo in your pocket book, but just how much more could you ever dream or conceive when you insert your fleshdrive right into the source?
        I am so gonna mark you so bad, you’re gonna wanna wish I hadn’t marked you so bad.

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      • HAHAHA! “Fleshdrive.” I am gonna HAVE to use that! I love it when I take off my shirt and my back, torso, and traps are purple or red from the previous night’s festivities, but I might have to ask you from holding off on my neck—don’t wanna have to rock a turtleneck at work. 😂

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      • I thought “thumb drive” might cause offense, and referencing anything fleshy or meaty always gets a rise out of people. The fun stuff I enjoy is seeing people trying to figure out what I meant, which end/hole was I coming from… drilling in to… or filling up… and don’t worry about your turtleneck. I didn’t think you were the world’s greatest spy. But if you are trurtlenecking, you should go to the toilet. I don’t mind waiting here.

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      • Eh puns pain me. Just so damn cringe-worthy. But so long as it’s food, or game, I’m pretty happy to play along. Its probably just FOMO and YOLO and whatever stuff. But ham is good. Im a pig anyway So it’s a weird autocannibalism psychiatric schism *fritz*

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