Friday, August 3, 2012

Take Over, Your Story Part I

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R.T. wants to remain anonymous. R.T. used the Design Your Story Submission Form section and told me he wanted a sci-fi story. He let me run with it and I ended up with a series here. So, here is part I, I hope you enjoy R.T. and thanks for your submission. It keeps me busy and I love connecting with my readers and subscribers!


*Warning some content me be disturbing to some


Take Over, Your Story Part I

"It wasn’t the bright light of death. Hell, I wish it was. Death would have been the best alternative for what they done to me. I was awake the whole time. They reached in and turned me inside out searching for how a man’s soul works. They dissected my body piece by piece. Pulling off my inner layers, then rebuilding me until my inner was back in and my outer was back out. They didn't care if I was in pain. They ignored my screams, my fear. And then they brought me back.


DO YOU THINK I'M CRAZY!  That’s their plan. Don't you see? They planned this. They were exploring me. Trying to see what we are made of. How we function. They kept me alive to tell you. To warn you! They are planning an attack! Don't you get it! They take pleasure in this. They want my warnings to instill fear in you!"


"Whatya think sheriff?" Robert asked.


"I think he believes it. That’s what I think." Sheriff Don Blake replied.


Sheriff Blake was involved in law enforcement his whole life. The third generation law man and a first time as sheriff of the county, preceding his dad who retired, Sheriff Blake was a simple man who relied on his gut and his senses to make up his mind on difficult situations.


"Robert, keep him locked in that cage until morning. Will get him to the doctor first thing" Sheriff Blake said, cool and calm.


"I'm gonna ride back out to where Tommy found him and see what the hell Ed was doing out in the middle of nowhere", the sheriff said as he grabbed his hat and walked out the door.


He stops suddenly, "and Bobby, Leave him be."


"Yeah, yeah no problem sheriff”, Robert says nodding his head.


The sheriff gets in his car and begins to drive to the far outskirts of the town. He wanted to get a better look at where Tommy found Ed. Ed is the local carpenter who does odd jobs for people in town. He is rarely sober so the town folk don't pay much mind to his on goings in life. Ed should feel right at home in his jail cell because that's where he usually ends up until he sobers up. But this was different. The sheriff couldn't get one thing out of his mind before he left the parking lot; he wasn't drunk- Sheriff Blake kept thinking to himself. He decided to stop at the book store/library in this small town to look some things up. 


The bell rings as he opens the wood framed glass door. "Hey sheriff", a voice rings out from behind the counter. Sheriff Blake looks around but doesn't place a face to the voice until the store owner pops his head up.


"Oh hey Ralph, do you have any books on aliens, E.T.'s or UFO's", the sheriff asked. He wasn't a man that minced words and found it better to get right to the point.


"Mostly in the fiction area sheriff", Ralph replied. "Seeing UFO's out there are we?"


"Well Ralph, I was just wanted to see why it always seems like these damn aliens decide to pick on us nice country folk", the sheriff said with a smile and a quick chuckle.


"Hmm I'll tell yeah sheriff I have a book from a woman that was abducted some years ago. I couldn't quite make it out for fiction or nonfiction but found it pretty interesting", Ralph said.


He has owned this book store for years and if anyone knows what was in that cluttered place it was him. Ralph grabs the book and hands it to the sheriff, "Go on sheriff take it. It's been sitting here for years."


"Thanks Ralph", the sheriff said. "I'll give it back later.”


The sheriff tipped his hat and walked out the door thumbing through the pages as he walked back to his police car.


Back at the station Robert was dealing with the constant yelling from Ed. He knew that he wasn't supposed to bother him but he didn't know how much more he could take.


The sheriff sat in the car and began to skim the pages of the book. A woman claimed that she was abducted herself and explained more candidly then Ed as to what they did to her. Some of the similarities to Ed's story were eerie.


“I was pulled through a bright light like the heavens opened up and sucked me through time and space. I found myself blanking out, off and on, and couldn't decipher what was real and what was fantasy.


All around me were strange beings that I have never seen before, not on earth. They begin to poke and prod at me. I was turned over on my stomach. I then felt a weird sensation like cutting into my spine. It sent chills up my back. I could feel the tiny prickles of sensation vibrating my body. I would shake violently but it wasn't my own body doing it. It was “them”. I felt my body rise from the table. I was in the air, feet first as my head dangled downward. I then felt a pull of my hair as they flipped me forward and right side up. I was then standing but I could not move. When the alien moved from my field of vision, I was in horror of what I saw. They had detached my spine from my body. Removing it like a zipper and taking my head off with it. My sensations were still there because my head was still attached to my spine. They hooked me on a device that went through my brain retracting my memory like files in a filing cabinet. I watched them proceed to turn my body inside out and removing it layer by layer only to rebuild it on a table that was next to me. I screamed in horror while my bloody heart was still beating, but the seemed unmoved.  I can only imagine they were trying to figure me out. But why?”


The sheriff wondered where she lived as he thumbed through the book trying to get more information on the author. He couldn’t locate an exact location. He could only surmise from her description in the book that she was captured in a desolate place. A lot like Ed was. Sheriff Blake could only assume that the more desolate the place the less likely they, the aliens, would be spotted. But why choose who they chose to experiment on?

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Christopher Fusaro. The author of Captain Imperfecto.

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Wednesday, August 1, 2012

What Ailes Me

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August 1st, 2012

Sometimes YOU just need to zone out into another world to escape yourself and your restraints of the box you feel you’re stuck in.  It’s funny though, because I never know what I’m zoning out about or thinking about. It’s just empty space as far as I am concerned. Yet, when I come back to reality I am sad, because I’m no longer in my nothingness.

Maybe the space is filled with memories that occupy the surrounding area that quickly fades as I come to? Like dreams that you can’t remember when you sleep, but your sure you had one during the night. But isn’t that how life is?

"Filling space until the time comes when you leave this place to venture off into another world?"

We contemplate the existence of life and where it all it began, but for most of us we try to contemplate why we, as a person, exist, and why we were placed in this world to begin with. I can take the easy route and thank God for what I have obtained in this life time, good and bad. Some may argue the fact that I am not talking to God is my problem to begin with, and I can solve all that ails me by placing my weight on him. But I need to go deeper than that, deeper inside myself.

"To soul search deep inside myself I need to look outside my own body and look back into my green eyes and into my own soul. Maybe the next time I zone in my box, I should take that look."

How do you take yourself outside the box that you’re trapped in order to get a better look inside yourself? It doesn’t matter the size of my confined space. It’s always four walls and a damn lid. The walls closing in on me, purging out the air as I gasp to keep it in. I try to reposition my body to maintain what little space I have but the walls keep coming squeezing the wind out of me.

To find inner peace I must find strength to fight my way out and re-evaluate myself. Yet, my inner strength is trapped. My body feels malnourished and weak. Sweat seeps from my pores profusely saturating the cardboard but it still doesn’t make the fibers that weave the box together weak enough to push through.

The lack of oxygen doesn’t just affect my focus, but the inability to see beyond myself, when all I want to do is see the big picture. I rely on my senses but it’s masked by the stench of my body that is giving off an odor of guilt and unhappiness. Time isn’t on my side my choices are slimming down and soon I must choose.

Do I continue to be trapped within myself, in this zone? Or do I fight for a rebirth and like a new born, escape out of my confinement and view myself differently?

"I need to focus…focus…zone out and zoom in…gain clarity…break free…discover and let loose…see myself for who I am…gain control…get out…see…believe…fight to regain…get my strength…build…get up…move…slide…grow…gain insight…gain control…love…let go…

I break free and see from within my confinement and I see how strong I am. I notice the fire in my eyes, that burn with desire to succeed. I see strength that others see. I see life that refuses to die. I see the will that gives me the strength I felt deep down that I had lost. I taste the food that I couldn’t touch and it strengthens my muscles that rebuild my skin and bones. I smell roses that drown out the stench that bathed over me. I see options that were once clouded. I fight to live and regain who I once was.

I am back to reality.

I zone back in and see that I am back at my desk. My cursor blinking before me. The familiar sounds all around me. I look around and my environment is still the same. I think about why I zoned out to begin with and I…

Remember."










Christopher Fusaro. The author of Captain Imperfecto.

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Also see us at www.captainimperfecto.com

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Mr. Dent, Your Story Part II

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July 31st, 2012

M.C. wants to remain anonymous. M.C. told me what she wanted in the Design Your Story Submission Form section and I wrote it for her. She wanted to be in an intense story with maybe a little bit of danger and some peace, possibly romance. I'll try to accommodate all of it. Hope you enjoy M.C.


John gets up from his seat and walks towards the dance floor but before he does he grabs the mystery ladies arm and leads her to the strobe lights and drunken dancers.

“No wait, wait, I can’t dance.” She says in vain as he spins her around and they begin to dance.

They move and sway to the up tempo music. John can definitely dance and his mystery partner is doing her best to keep up.

“I need you”, John says in her ear. The music pumping loud.

“What?” She said while pushing John back.

“No, not in that way. I need your help. There are men trying to kill me and I need you to distract them.” He said, talking close to her face.

Everyone around them is oblivious to John's plight. The other people on the dance floor move about the dark lighted dance space. The music is loud and lights flashing quickly in the jubilee. Their words are trying to penetrate the blaring music.

“Look, I don’t know what you think your going to do, or why your involving me, but you need to lay off the open bar buddy”, she sarcastically says.

“If I prove it to you, then will you help me?” John looks at his watch, “I only have a few hours left. I need an answer now.”

“This is crazy you know that”, she said, shaking her head and smiling. “Okay I’ll play along, prove it superman”, she announces in his ear.

John leads her off the dance floor by her hand and wades through the intermingling guests while he formulates his plan in his head. As they get closer to the exit, he spots a shadowy figure moving towards him, the only face not smiling in the crowded bunch. He quickly sits down at the nearest table.

"Quick, kiss me", he says.


"What? What?", his mystery lady asks. She has an appalled look on her face.

"Kiss me hurry!" John shouts.


He leans in and meets a little hesitation from her until his mystery guest surrenders to him and kisses him. The music plays in the background that is perfect for their moment. John opens his eyes and watches where the shadow fades away in the distance. Found him - John thinks as he continues to deeply kiss his mystery guest losing himself for the moment before she comes to her senses.

"Okay stop", she says, pushing him back. "We aren't going to have a one night stand and you aren't proving anything to me other then your so-so kissing", the kiss was just right and sent chills down her spine, but she didn't want to encourage him further.

"My right shoulder", he says to her.

"What?", she replies

"Very carefully and not too obvious look over my right shoulder and you'll see my killer." John says with confidence.

She glances over his broad shoulders.

"You mean the large man that is quickly coming this way?" She said, a scared tone to her voice.

John turns his head to look over his shoulder. The man is closing in on them fast, "yes!" He shouts.

John ducks from the grabbing hands of the large thug. The thug grabs air as he falls over the chair and into the table. John quickly pulls his new friends hand and they begin running away, looking back at the gangsters' struggle to regain himself.

As they approach the door John is approached by a staggering guest of the party who is clearly drunk. 

"Johnny, hey pal." He says slurring his speech and grabbing on to John's shoulders, stopping his momentum in his tracks.

Mr. Dent's henchman gets up off the table, while pushing the wedding plates and table cloth away. The loud shattering noise capturing the attention of the guests who all turn to see, assuming it's a guest who has had one too many.

The shadowed figure closes in fast on John who can't seem to get his drunken friend out of the way.

Whack!- a pounding noise over takes the voices of the people that are standing close to the hall entrance.

John's new girlfriend kicked the goon in the groin. She then locked her hands together and with a powerful swing, hitting the thug in the face, sending him to the ground.

John pushes his friend back and they go running out the door.

"Holy shit that was awesome!", John said laughing.

"Well you dragged me into this mess, it better be good!" She yelled as they both went running out the door.

"My car is over here", she says, both are winded from their sprint.

"No, I can't go. They're going to kill my friend. I used you," he says catching his breath, "and I am sorry. I had to draw him out of the shadows. I have to go back in and finish this", John says standing halfway between freedom and the lions den.

The moment between them is silent but the noise from the reception is all around like their special moment on the dance floor.

"You can leave with me right now and be safe", she said. The keys to her car in her hand.

"I know, but I have to go back in. Thanks for the dance and kiss even though you thought it was so-so", John said, as he turned away to head back to the reception in his attempt to alter fate.

"Hey! I didn't get your name", John said turning back to her.

"Yes you did", she said, "It's on the reservation card in your pocket."  With that comment, she gets in her car, closes the door, and drives away.

Click on the Design Your Story Submission Form link to provide some details and have your own story posted for free. Read the Be in Your Own Story link.










Christopher Fusaro. The author of Captain Imperfecto.

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Monday, July 30, 2012

Mr. Dent, Your Story Part I

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July 31st, 2012

M.C. wants to remain anonymous. M.C. told me what she wanted in the Design Your Story Submission Form section and I wrote it for her. She wanted to be in an intense story with maybe a little bit of danger and some peace, possibly romance. I'll try to accommodate all of it. Hope you enjoy M.C.



The wedding reception was in full swing. The beautiful bride and the groom began celebrating their new life together. The entire wedding party was on the dance floor, however the best man was not. Everyone was too drunk to notice that he was missing. He was being held in the catering kitchen. Tied to a chair after being found by Mr. Dent.

“You can’t protect him forever John”, Mr. Dent said.

“It’s their wedding day damn it.” John said, sweat glistening off his face.

“And you brought me here" ,Mr. Dent says as he walks out of the shadows and into the light," Did you think I wasn’t going to find you at your best friends wedding?"

Mr. Dent is a powerful man with powerful friends. It was because of his powerful friends that he was able to find out that John is an undercover agent for the F.B.I.

John took years to work his way up within the ranks of  Mr. Dents' organization. When Mr. Dent found out about his agent status he was going to kill John. But John made promises to him to save or at least delay Mr. Dent from killing him.

 "Do you think I'm a sentimental or compassionate man John? I can kill you and them now and still have wedding cake.” Mr. Dent said with a matter of fact tone.

“I can still get what you want but I can’t do it with my hands tied to the damn chair!” John said with frustration in his voice, while shaking his body wildly trying to loosen the grip. The tight tape would not allow him much movement beyond a few inches.

“John, John, John", Mr. Dent says while shaking his head. "You have had more then a few chances to get what I have been asking for" ,the sneer on his face can intimidate any man no matter who it was. 

"I can kill you and get it myself. I will find pleasure in killing you. But I am afraid your best friend will be a victim of your inability to keep your promises. You should have gotten it before you ran.”

“Look Mr. Dent", John begins, trying to reason with an unreasonable man, "There is no need to make this any worse for the both of us. Regardless of your powerful friends, you don’t want the heat of a dead F.B.I. agent on your hands. And I don’t want my best friend tortured. I’m already resigned to my fate. Let me change his. Please.” John is winded and the desperation is cracking his voice.

The kitchen is getting more crowed with staff and it's becoming harder and harder for Mr. Dent’s henchman to keep the kitchen staff out.

“Okay John. You get what I want and your best friend and his new bride will live. But if you cross me, then I’ll find your family and kill them too.”

One of Mr. Dent’s thugs removes a knife from his pocket. He slowly teases John with it, gliding it across his face, moving the tip of the blade down his forearms, then quickly cutting the silver tape, freeing him.

John rubs his hands over his wrists in attempt to relieve the pain from the tearing of the tape from his skin.

“Oh and John”, Mr. Dent says catching John before he walks out the door,“Don’t even think about escaping because will be waiting. You have until the end of the reception to get what I want."

John rushes to the bathroom to clean himself up. He takes off his tuxedo coat and lies it down on the bathroom counter. He stares at himself in the mirror while he turns the water faucet on.

Think John, think -his mind wondering. He pools water in the palms of his hands and splashes his face. Maybe it was his attempt to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

"They’re going to kill you anyway and your family and friends; you know this, think damn it.” John says a loud, realizing his true reality.

The water flows from the faucet as John continues to rub water onto his face. He stands there in a trance pondering his next move. His mind running rampant - If only didn't bargain with Mr. Dent when I was confronted about being an agent. If I didn't throw my friend under the bus by using his life to barter my own. But he surely he would have killed me then. I have to get those wiretaps from him. But how? I could just ask him but he won't hand them over, if hasn't turn them in already.

John reaches over and grabs his jacket and puts it back on, adjusts his bow tie and looks at his watch.

“About three hours”, he says.

Leaving the bathroom behind, John walks to the edge of the hallway and stops at the threshold that crosses over into the dining area. He begins to survey the dance floor and crowd. He's trying to locate anyone who might be associated with Mr. Dent that may be watching his every move. His eye catches a girl sitting at a table by herself. She was very pretty, petite, black hair, olive tone. She was just his type. But he wasn't looking for a date.

“Anyone sitting here?” He asked, tapping on the lonely girls shoulder while she sat quietly.

She turns around and confronts him, "Of course there is, it's a wedding we have assigned seating.” She retorted with a quick quip.

“Well”, John says while looking about the table for the reservation card. “Okay, hi, I’m Miss. Hurst.” Leaning over and grabbing the reservation card and placing it in his pocket as he takes a seat.

“Look”, the petite female said, “I’m not a bridesmaid and I am not looking for a date or to get married, hell I don’t even want to dance. I just want to sit here and wait until this miserable thing is over.”

“Well I can make it interesting you know" John says while drinking from a glass that had already been placed at the table.

“Oh yea? And how is that.” She said taking a sip from her champagne glass.

John gets up from his seat, walks towards the dance floor but before he does he grabs the mystery ladies arm and leads her to the strobe lights and drunken dancers.

“No wait, wait, I can’t dance.” She says in vain as he spins her around and begins to dance.











Christopher Fusaro. The author of Captain Imperfecto.

© copyright 2012. All rights reserved.


Also see us at www.captainimperfecto.com