Recent content by Ben Keldan

Ben moved through the child sized area with the agility of a predator on the hunt for wounded prey. It was time to go dark. He suddenly stopped, hands clutching at his chest as if in immense pain. “No, not now, they—they’re just kids!” he pleaded with neon lights mixing with dry ice fog...

Ben shot off with the speed of a whole ass adult racing literal children. He could hear trip falling prey to his berserker form… a part of Ben felt a pang of guilt, but on the other hand fuck dem kids. He rounded a corner and face to face with the dastardly duo themselves… Rico and Frans...

“Tonight we’ll savor the sweet taste of ice cold revenge, my friend,” said Ben as he double knotted the laces on his sneakers. Trip mentioned Frans and Ben bolted up and looked his best bud straight in the eye, “Don’t let them get into your head!” Just over Trip’s shoulder Ben spotted Rico and...

Ben was bent in half reaching for his toes to the best of his ability which equated to just below his knee. That was probably average, he thought. He stood to his full height and pulled one arm over his chest in a stretch. He was dressed for battle. Sneakers, black cargo pants, and a camo...

A spreadsheet displaying hundreds of thousands of numbers scrolled by as Ben sipped an espresso and jotted down a couple notes. He straightened his glasses as streaks of green and red dotted certain cells in their respective rows. His hazel eyes languidly took in what he already knew. Ben was...

Ava blew past his blathering to Ben’s relief and answered his question. She was so confident, which made sense because she looked like a supermodel and sang like an angel. It wasn’t lost on him that she was a rare breed. That was a really weird way to describe the near extinction of a population...

Ben’s mouth fell open, “Are you serious?! I feel weirdly honored,” he chuckled. He couldn’t stop smiling around her. In this single moment he was positive no matter what happened, this was going to be a good night. Then she immediately asked about his seat change and he knew he was an idiot who...

Ben blinked and the last flickering shred of hope wisped out like the smoke at the end of Ava’s cigarra. He shook it off, because it could have been worse right? Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, well love was pushing it, but oh whatever, it’s your own analogy, you...

Ben froze when she denied him, his confidence was fragile, but he was two whiskeys in and ready to make a fool of himself. There was also a part of him very relieved he didn’t need to pretend to know how to smoke… speaking of… she made smoking look very good. He caught himself watching a wisp...

“Nabooian blended malt,” he repeated almost wistfully, “I’ll have that, barkeep, uh please,” he said with a chuckle. The Bartender grunted and turned away. Ben wasn’t sure who he’d have preferred, the droid or this guy. To his surprise she didn’t tell him to fuck off, “What? No!” he tried. He...

Ben’s eyes looked up at the door, the last glimmers of hope snuffed out as the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen walked in. It was strange to feel rejected and oddly satisfied at the same time. He watched as the woman made her way to the bar. He looked down at his empty glass, then back to the...