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Origin: Stories on Creativity #87 Andre Govier

On episode #87 of Origin Andre Govier discuss his newest work a true story is about living the life you got. Loving what you have and overcoming obstacles.

His novella centers on the care of a little girl with Rett Syndrome.

Rett Syndrome has been described as, the lights are on, somebody is at home, but they can’t get out.

The heart of this tale about overcoming life’s hurdles because life is about overcoming what needs to done.

This is not a book about disability, it is about ability. The ability to allow love to maximize the quality of life of someone who can’t do it for themselves. It’s about selflessness being above individual desire. It’s about coping with loss. Of living the life you get.

In purchasing this book, you are helping all little girls with Rett Syndrome as the profits will be funding the work underway to find a cure at www.reverserett.org.uk

Andre Govier has lived a life of service. His desire to write this book came from a deep respect he has felt while interacting with the families of little girls afflicted with Rett.

All profits will go to researching a cure.

For more information on the subject of his book, Olivia Georgia Meredith head to http://www.livvyssmile.co.uk/

For more information on Rett Syndrome check out this video:

Andre Govier’s Amazon author page:

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Kevin MacLeod

Mountain Emperor

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Origin: A podcast on Creativity Ep. #86 Ira Nayman

Ira Nayman is Sci-Fi humorist and author of five novels published through Elsewhen Press and his eighth collection will be available soon. His Masters in Media Studios was conducted entirely online through Paul Levinson’s Connect Ed. he also holds a Ph.D. in Communications from McGill.

He has worked as an editor and submitted content to Amazing Stories for three years.

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The return of Amazing Stories:

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Website:

ttp://www.lespagesauxfolles.ca/

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ORIGIN

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Kevin MacLeod

Mountain Emperor

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Oh Christ

He was pushed from the plane and his mind screams at the unfairness of it all.

The roaring wind penetrates cold while gravity grabs him by the balls and squeezes tight. His shirt flutters mad. His eyes water and his bare-feet clench hard and painful and the nails of his hands bite into the flesh of his palms.

How many people get to think about their murder as they are being murdered, he wonders.

He tries to breathe, but the air hits hard and his adrenaline races too fast and he wonders why it even matters.

The biggest issue is he has time to think. Play with the idea of his reality for a while.

He is falling.

That’s pretty much it.

He is falling.

But he is not dead yet. He wrestles with the idea of this. But there is no hope in that. There will be no branches to scramble for, or use in bracing for impact to prevent it from become not true.

The happy fact is; it is in fact not possible, if he had already struck land, to be falling. Hamlet said it best; to be, or not to be and soon he wont be, but he is, so that’s good.

Maybe he can make his existence stretch on forever by denying death is possible.

Maybe death can only happen if he allows it to.

He closes his eyes away from the vision of the rapidly approaching Earth and deny’s death’s potential.

Then he wakes in exquisite fiery white pain realizing too late death too serves a purpose and is sometimes preferable to living.

 

 

Somewhere Else

Location set. 

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The sun shines bright. The day is warm. The breeze comforting and filled with the flavors of late summer. Maybe noon at a table in the middle of a grassy yard sounds harsh, but summer was ending and its a perfect place to collect a little sun, spend time with new friends,  listening to kids play and lawn mowers churn angry.

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Target marked.

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Sara and Dan did not know the MacLeans well, but when invited they accepted happily.

Deanna was dark and willowy and Sara knew Dan found that attractive, which was fine it proved he was still alive, which after twenty five years of marriage feeling alive is a good thing.

Mark was dark also, but in a mysterious, dangerous way. When he was around Sara could taste his presence like salt on the air.

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Awaiting final orders.

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The two couples sit and drink cheap Merlot and talk about the weather.

Small meaningless talk really and Sara begins wondering what that buzzing sound is before never wondering anything again.

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Mission accomplished.

The Universal Mechanic

The android picks up the projector in his shiny elementium hand and sighs as he turns it on again to peer deep into the star rich cosmos. The image is unchanged from the last time he checked.

Meaning he failed at his one task.

His job is a simple one. Maintain life in the universe and he does, normally, but just this once he was distracted and a comet got through.

With his free hand he aims a gyroscope at a spot millions of light years deep inside the projection and hits the trigger.

The gyroscope hums to life sending a small red beam of light to a planet travelling sixty-seven thousand miles per hour around a yellow dwarf star.

The brown clouds of dust and debris encasing the planet begin to clear. What once was rich verdant vegetation is now a shell of dead foliage covering trillions of tons of rotting lizard meat.

The sentient mechanic removes his trembling finger from the gyroscope trigger and the red beam disappears. He lets the projection collapse also.

Maybe it’s completely natural his second act with sentience is make an excuse, which is that someone else should’ve been watching radical ice chunks.

Either or, it doesn’t matter. The very things he was programmed to keep alive, are dead.

He reactivates the projection and magnifies the planet searching for hope and spies a feasting rodent.

He feels relief.

Maybe the thing won’t amount to much, but at least he hasn’t failed completely.

On an FTX

The boy is a trained killer in woodland-camo, rip-sole jungle boots, a kevlar helmet and a scowl. He digs shovelfuls of wet sucking mud from a hole.

Drenched and miserable, he is sick as fuck of the army and all its machinations.

The hole is for a sixty-caliber machine gun that will be aimed at an empty field. Once dug a soldier will be in this hole ready to provide suppressive fire at an enemy force that may attempt to breach the perimeter.

Fake war bullshit.

The LT arrives to study the boy’s efforts and Leavenworth stops being a deterrent.