All posts by Jack Stewart

About Jack Stewart

Jack Steven John-Paul Stewart is a longtime supporter and devourer of many delicious kinds of processed deli foods, hotdogs, and cheeses. Billed nationwide as The Inconsistent Oracle and Itinerant Shaman, Jack was born into this world at the bitter end of the 20th Century somewhere in the vast hotbed of remote obscurity that is the Mojave desert. That he managed to somehow stumble his way back and forth across the dystopian technopolis of the United States, travel under the vast blue oblivion of the Pacific Ocean, and founded a nearly invisible publishing career with his first few novels, is something of a Delphine Mystery. He lives with his ever patient and long suffering wife and their menagerie of mechanical pets in another equally vast, remote, and obscure northern New Mexican desert.

Modern Technology Hyper Shorts!

Modern technology is everywhere. In our workplaces, in our homes, in our bodies, it surrounds us, permeating our lives and invading everything we do. After centuries of technology, can we live without it? And with the advent of biotechnology hybrids, can it live without us?

Try on this oh so comfortable and form-fitting piece of hyper-short fiction right here! Each week, we’ll post another hyper-short chapter for you to slip on while enjoying the sublime artwork of Adam Archer!

Modern Technology, Chapter One!

The Circle of Death

Many of my missions end in death. It’s no big deal. I’ve been dead six times now and counting. By the feel of the cold metal barrel resting on the base of my skull, it looks like it might be seven.

I guess it could be worse. I could be married, working a nine to five, and have kids.

No thanks. I’d rather be dead.

Bang!

Don’t shoot! Shoot! Artwork by the unstoppable Adam Archer!

Does Not Play Well with Others, Part I

The popular girls at school teased Peggy ruthlessly. They called her Square Peg. “Everyone knows you can’t hammer a square peg into a round hole,” Elisha, the school’s most popular girl, said.

“Square Peg! Square Peg! Square Peg!” the others chanted.

“Really?” Peg asked. The next day, she brought her daddy’s sledgehammer to school and waited for the teacher to leave the class. Then she locked the door and proved them wrong.

Maxwell Edison (majoring in medicine) would be proud. Artwork by Adam Archer!