Gerard DiLeo

Joined July 2021

873 stories

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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!

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338 CREEPY CRISPR
The human genome, like any scientific advance, relied upon remaining in the right hands. But "right hands" are in the minds of the beholders.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
337 Goes Without Saying
Nights have matured, from repairs of wear-and-tear, toward a respite that supersedes maintenance. Each sleep’s pause—and paws—portend limited days left for both of us, my old, best friend.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
336 Time for Our Annual Christmas Newsletter
Well, how fast another year has passed! As we enter the Christmas month, it's time, once again, for everyone to "Catch up with the Punctilios!"
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
335 — The 2024 Story-a-Day: Terms of Service
TERMS OF SERVICE By continuing to read each story of this 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge, you agree to the following: 1. You agree that each story you read is the best frickin' thing you've ever seen, in any medium, in any genre, of any time in history.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
334 Terraforming Mars: Part 10
Phase II, not to be outdone, involved lassoing and nudging three well-aimed comets to the deep Hellas, Valles Marineris, and Acidalia Planitia depressions. Automated pulverization of the central equatorial bands of latitude released more oxygen and deposited topsoil that would be so necessary for the Phase III to come—actual colonization.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
Winter Waltz
Blue is the Hue of cold Few are too True to fold . White as the Bright o'day Light as the Flight o'spray . Play is the
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Poets
333 — No Thanks
Peach and Blossom, the 2024 national turkeys, sat on Death Row in the White House basement. The official Presidential priest, Father Francis, entered.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
332 No Pain, No Gain
"You have CIPA—Congenital Insensitivity to Pain/Anhydrosis, an NTRK1 mutation. It blocks the pain and temperature signals going to your brain. Very rare."
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
331 The Soundtrack of My Life
[♪WHIMSICAL MUSIC♪] Today started like any other. My alarm clock radio started playing Ever Since You Told Me That You Love Me, I'm a Nut, by Tiny Tim, at 6:01 AM.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
330 For the Girl Who Has Everything
T'is the season. What do you give the girl who has gotten everything? And I'm the one who's given it to her. I'm not complaining. Jackie certainly has deserved everything she's gotten.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
329 DRUG LORDS™—We Take Drugs Pretty Seriously. Top Story - November 2024.
We take drugs pretty seriously here...at...DRUG LORDS PHARMACY™ Drug Lords™, your full-service pharmacy for when you're ready to take drugs seriously. We have all the products others decline to carry. We don't mind the extra scrutiny from regulatory agencies. DEA? We play golf with 'em. FDA? They owe us money! Local police? You kidding?
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
328 Spiritual Inertia
I was standing in a resting train, which is ironic, as I was on-board for my final rest. I was alone in the railroad car, untethered to life, no wrist strap from which to secure myself. Since "you can't take it with you," I wasn't holding on to anything.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction