The Art of
Mark J. Kevlock (dreamer)
The Tick-Tock Police
had no choice but to intervene. Otherwise, mutual destruction was assured.
Earth had only two countries left. Both of them had been the United States. But
that was 100 years ago. After the Second Civil War, America divided into the U.S.R.
and U.S.B. Most of the other world powers had since been absorbed into one or
the other. The rest had been destroyed. Profound ideological differences
separated these two remaining nations. Their leaders stood on the brink of the
The Tick-Tock Police
chose dream-napping as the most viable deterrent. The leaders of the U.S.R. and
the U.S.B. would be forced to confront one another while still asleep in their
beds. Kidnapping them out of their own dreams was the tricky part.
Eleanor Hampton dreamed
mostly of her childhood. She often found rooms in their family mansion that no
one else knew about, and ran to tell her parents of her discoveries. She also
often trod the pathways of surreal sylvan landscapes, where the sun shone in
the midnight sky. Eleanor Hampton was the elected President of the U.S.B.
Gerd Lansing dreamed
mostly about wealth and the accumulation of power. He dreamed himself a
super-hero, gifted by the gods with the ability of flight. He spent many a
dream performing good deeds and receiving just rewards. Gerd Lansing had been
born the rightful dictator of the U.S.R.
Dream Technician First
Class Marnee Blackfoot had been assigned to supervise the dream-napping of the
two leaders. She utilized time-displaced monitors to foresee the optimum period
of alpha-wave enlightenment, then projected herself and her team into the twin
dreamscapes simultaneously, finding both leaders, for once, dreaming about the
same thing: romance.
“My God, it
should’ve been so obvious,” Marnee dreamspoke to her team. “Why else would they
be out to destroy all known civilization? They’re in love!”
Marnee set up a psychological
transport field, then beamed their consciousnesses twelve days into the future
of their dreaming.
In the shared
dreamscape from which they had been abducted, Eleanor and Gerd had been
enjoying a romantic dinner for two aboard a cable car that moved along an
impossible wire stretching ten thousand feet in the air and spanning the globe.
Marnee left the
would-be lovers intact aboard their mobile cabin in the sky. It was the scenery
below and all around them that altered with the leaders’ time shift: black ash
and red sky—a dream turned nightmare.
screamed, but could not wake up. Dream-napping would hardly be effective, Agent
Blackfoot knew, if the victims could so easily escape their
Neither leader could
stomach the other’s politics. Physically, they found each other repulsive in
their waking lives. Yet, in their dreams, they shared this attraction…until
“Lansing, you fool!
You’ve blown up the whole world!”
President Hampton shouted, aghast over the charred remains of the planet below.
me for this!” the U.S.R. dictator shot
back. “All you had to do was comply with the sanctions prohibiting development
of pan-solar system technologies...”
“Why shouldn’t we leave Earth behind,”
Hampton argued, “if it has people like you
“No one’s leaving
planet!” Gerd exclaimed.
“Oh, excuse me,”
Eleanor volleyed. “I didn’t realize you’d been appointed God!”
Blackfoot sat back and stared at the dream monitor in astonishment. With the world
a ruin all about them, they cared only for the sexual tension derived from
placing blame. Was it any wonder that a love scene should follow?
shielded her gaze as if exposed to a nuclear blast as articles of clothing flew
out of the cable car’s windows on either side. “Worse than the war itself...” she
She knew, however,
how dreams worked. They satisfied urges that reality never could. And they
served as a caution, previewing emotions that we then knew better than to ever
Both world leaders
were returned from their dream-napping, possessed of a new knowledge of one
another. At the moment conflict escalated into potential destruction, both
Eleanor and Gerd would recall, however deeply buried, their attraction for one
And, in the end,
love would save the world.
Mark Joseph Kevlock, firstname.lastname@example.org, of Nanticoke, PA,
wrote BP #86’s “The Art of Dream-napping” (+ BP #84’s “Just a Minute,” BP #83’s
“Inmates’ Asylum”, “Ryan and the Monsters” for BP #47, “Which Way I Fly” for BP
#45, and “When a Terrible Beauty Is Scorned” for BP #42). In 2018 alone, he had
fiction in more than two dozen magazines. Published for nearly 3 decades, his fiction
and poetry have
appeared in, among others: AlienSkin,
Allegory, Bewildering Stories, Cezanne’s
Carrot, Clean Sheets, Black Sheep, Byline, Ellipsis
Zine, Fiction on the Web, Flash Fiction Magazine, Freedom Fiction, Friday Flash Fiction, Hardboiled, Into the Void, Literally Stories, Once Upon
a Time, The Bitter Oleander,
The First Line, The Rose
& Thorn, The Sea Letter, The Starlit Path, 365
Tomorrows, ThugLit, Toasted
Cheese, Wild Violet (serving as judge of their 2007 fiction contest), & Yellow Mama. He has
also written for DC Comics (FLASH 80-PAGE GIANT #2).
Darren Blanch, Aussie creator of
visions which tell you a tale long after first glimpses have teased your peepers.
With early influence from America's Norman Rockwell to show life as life, Blanch
has branched out mere art form to impact multi-dimensions of color and connotation.
People as people, emotions speaking their greater glory. Visual illusions expanding
the ways and means of any story.
arts mastery provides what Darren wishes a reader or viewer to take away in how
their own minds are moved. His evocative stylistics are an ongoing process which
sync intrinsically to the expression of the nearby written or implied word he
has been called upon to render.
the vivid energy of IVSMA (Darren Blanch) works at: www.facebook.com/ivsma3Dart, YELLOW MAMA, Sympatico Studio - www.facebook.com/SympaticoStudio, DeviantArt - www.deviantart.com/ivsma and launching in 2019, as Art Director for suspense author
/ intrigue promoter Kate Pilarcik's line of books and publishing promotion -
SeaHaven Intrigue Publishing-Promotion.