Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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285 Terraforming Mars — Part 3
DIARY ENTRY SOL 22,031 The living, dangerous ferropods were an astonishing surprise setting the Mars program back six Earth years. A half-centimeter in diameter, these nearly perfectly round structures, made of primarily iron in an alloy mixture of silicon, zinc, and a hundred other trace elements, were a presumed natural resource used wherever ball bearings were needed in the colony. They were perfect as far as I was concerned.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Tornado
The finger of God Cyclonic retribution Summons me to Him
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Poets
The Sky Opened
Four horsemen above With seven seals awaiting Need my umbrella
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Poets
284 Going Ballistic
He felt downright giddy. His parents had never left him alone in the house before. He was eight, and they had hesitated. They were only going to be gone a few minutes, however.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
283 It Finally Happened
And so human civilization so changed the Earth such that climate change became the least of its worries. The magma slurry at Earth's center, rumored to be the site of the mythical Hell, slowed. Earth's core cooled.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
282 Modern Miracles
1824 is interesting in southern America. Before Eli Whitney and his 1793 invention, the cotton gin, it took one slave 10 hours to de-seed one pound of cotton. The cotton gin, even as a hand-cranked machine, could separate 50 times as much.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
281 Hypnotic Writing
I want you to read this very carefully. But as you see the words, mentally address each syllable and phoneme; run a Braille finger along them for your, otherwise blind, mind's eye.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
280 Misplaced Anger
I'm a knee-jerk jerk whose effect lashes out due to cause. Or...for a cause. I'm angry. I break, belittle, shatter, and ruin before I feel better about myself. It takes little thought. Effect engenders affect. The perception is the message.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
279 The Fog: Adventures in COVIDism
It all started with my creepy flesh. My entire body, or rather, the covering of my entire body, became hypersensitive to touch. Light touch hurt badly. Harder touch, strangely, not so much.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
278 Terraforming Mars — Part 2
DIARY ENTRY SOL 4,155 Seismology from the moons’ impacts established what extremes that could be withstood should something bigger wander into Mars’ orbit. This was prudent, considering what goes whizzing by in the next outer orbit around the Sun.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
277 The Struggle
The fear, the scream, the struggle, the shock... The fear, the scream, the struggle, the shock... --"The Struggle" by Scroobius Pip
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
276 The Struggles Behind Closed Doors. Top Story - October 2024.
There appears to have been a struggle. Something violent. Something had finally snapped. Something terrible. It must have been quite the commotion, but the sound clatter was over. The strikes and blows were over now.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction