Synchronicity Gates Anthology

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Synchronicity Gates: An Anthology of Stories and Poetry About People Transformed in Extraordinary Reality Beyond Experience

 

Table of Contents: Synchronicity Gates, Anthology: 

1.HIS ARM, NECK DEEP- Sci-Fi, "little guy gets over on the big guy" where two small-time crooks on a whim come across the biggest heist of their careers.

2.CHARLIE'S DREAM- Fantasy Adventure about a rock star afflicted with the curious condition where he finishes other people's dreams, and is now plagued by a recurring nightmare he is sure is the end of everything.

3.AND THEY WERE--GONE...- Sci-Fi Thriller about the Abduction experience, but which "turns the tables" when the rag-tag abductees end up becoming the abuctors in a sudden turn of events.

4.URANIAN PEACE- A space probe to Uranus returns with unexpected "baggage" of an alien life form's seminal fluid staining the spacecraft shell. Terror strikes humanity as the atmosphere proves a welcome womb and two nutty scientists are the only ones who figure out the benign nature of Earth's new skies...

5.AS THE WORLD TURNED- A multi-trillionaire industrialist and his equal competitor seek to undo each other with time-travel to go into the past and buy out the future. However, one happens to miss his "exit" back to his "present" and travels forward a few years and sees a decision that will grant his competitor everything. Of course, he sees an entirely new opportunity in the new horizon.…

6.ABSOLUTE OF NOTHING- Jack Tyle finds any missing person.   Now, he's challenged to find a Nobel Physicist's son. The patient marauder he encounters carries a briefcase like nothing else in the known universe that has--literally--Nothing inside which traps thousands of kids in a vibratory nether world whose faces had adorned milk cartons and bulletins everywhere for years. Never before has Jack dealt with something so menacing and calculating.

7.AN ERROR IN TIME- Much can change in fifty years. Indeed, a vacationing family to the beautiful red rocks of “Sedata,” AZ gets quite a shock when they are returned from a visit into hyperspace by careless aliens in a hurry to depart. They encounter a lone hermit, himself slightly “out-of-time” from his hermitage and a woman who lives in her comfortable past who help the family stranded in the future to return amidst government intrigue to their vanished present.

8.ENIGMA BEYOND PLUTO– Strange things happen to space travelers. Memories can haunt with a vengeance and even if one has contributed greatly to civilization, there are other, far vaster realities in the stellar regions beyond our puny little solar system. Can we handle such an encounter as well as Henry James Stanton, Ph.D.?

 

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4.0 out of 5 stars An Adult's Looking Glass, September 17, 2008 By  Rebecca J. Reed "warrior student struggling f... (Hamilton and Anaconda, MT USA) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)    This review is from: Synchronicity Gates: An Anthology of Stories and Poetry About People Transformed in Extraordinary Reality Beyond Experience (Paperback) With a strong masculine style and use of vibrantly striding vocabulary, Stephen Vernarelli molds his anthology of stories into a film the reader assimilates into experiential connective awareness. Synchronicity Gates glides into the mind with the ease of vignettes in the science fiction genre. The anthology moves in well-driven intent describing the human psyche and the derivation of ethical life purpose as each account dramatically unfolds with precision and twists to keep the mind alert. From "Charlie's Dream" where the main character finds himself completing the dream of others in which he discovers himself, to "...And They Were Gone..." yeilding an odd array of humans who join the purpose in an alien's attempts to thwart abductions by "grays," we are moved by the best within our own species' traits of honor, communication, and camaraderie. Shadows of the writings of Ursula LeGuin's "The Turn of the Lathe" and TV series "The X-Files" bring a dynamic power of adult concern to this trip of modern day individuals' through Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. This existential excursion balances the mature themes with the entranced wonder of enlightenment as we become engrossed in the plot and each actor's mission of awareness. Synchronicity is the simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection. As we meander in unseen guidance through Vernarelli's maze of fantasy, we do come to understand something grand about ourselves as he suggests in his poem: "...the torpor of your turmoil,is the dimension of your love, and the openness of your gate of Synchronicity, through which is timelessness, is ultimate clarity." The ticket to this theatre of your mind will lift your spirit to the realm of heroic possibility. Help other customers find the most helpful reviews  Was this review helpful to you? Yes No   Report abuse | Permalink Comment Comment

Slouching Toward Apocalypse

Thought I would REPOST this now that I have started a BLOG!
Perhaps it is a message or maybe a warning...Perhaps more shall come forth.
 Slouching Toward Apocalypse
Copyright © 1999 / 2011 S. Vernarelli
A sense of entry provides the Enchanted Traveler with an exalted chance to stop and gawk at unforeseen miracles that pop like tarts from a toaster in the Morning of Tenderness after a Harrowing Night. Burnt and sweet pick-me-ups ridiculize the headway gained as lunacy and madmen plagiarize the masses in the fray.
Indemnity rises like dough-conditioned bread baked by the sweat of hot-air breathing Hard-Knockers banging down the Doors to Freedom while billowing young whippersnappers flinch at the falsely sweetened smell that lures them to risk everything because their bellies aren't full.
Idiots beat drums of superstition while shouting incognito remembrances, urging all to climb into sinkholes without a rope or ladder. Flies greedily rub front paws in anticipation of the apocalypse and rot that will reek to the high heavens the stench of civilized excrement that once poured from forthright society. Elusive fairies fawn excitement at the passing of them who had stomped both the high ground and low into pulverized battlegrounds. Eager tongues lap slush doled out by overactive imagination. Sponsorship of freedom falls into the tempest hands of the Free-Dumb now roaming the putrid plains that once waved biliously toward Purple Mountains Majesty. The roaring cries of the forlorn recede into apathy. Salute Hats, Habits and Helmets of the Mystic Marchers who profess to bear no evil but who stand ready to torch and set fire to reality as they see it. Salute and perish.
Stretch a banner of Fidelity across the heads of the gaping-mouthed crowd of Onlookers caught in bizarre tension of suspended disbelief as the sky parts with a barely audible snap. Ears hear Stardust falling as Horses swish their Tails and Rabbits rush onto empty roads, unafraid of being smashed. All signals and directing signs are meaningless. All the Pigs have become Pork.
Ignorant Mojo-Maniacs move mountains of millionaires into asylums by spending nothing for Nothing--all underwritten by Everything. All of it's gone when there's nothing for the Plug in the Sockets of Connection, and Amounts vanish into void.
Dreams festoon the miracles that "just can't be" with Party Balloons with leering faces; sharp Teeth gnash and rip the flesh of Ideas to confetti and spit out Dribble for the fledgling Decanters of Wisdom.
All around, Horses clomp to rigors of Shielded-Eye Protectionism, unable to see the Hay held out to them by anxiety-stricken World-Travelers guilty for having marched off to battle without a saddle. Cows come home to friendly, smiling Butchers who claim their integrity in matching their prowess against Morons who mingle in the shade of uncertainty. The Cows congregate in unreasonable anguish, awaiting milking. Bells about necks clang warnings as, one by one, they fall mooing for their Salt.
Touting whistles in factories of fomenting Rebellion shriek last calls for industrialized multitudes left with nothing to do. Quirks of fate reside in their places. Shouting matches recede into Quagmires of Reciprocal Thinking that bog and swallow the slow-witted Winners of the End. Tides ebb from Billion-dollar beaches of prosperous Philanderers as Bigots scour the Sands of Time for Pebbles to place in jars to remind them of their accumulated insanity. The Slouching is just beginning...