Category: Anterus

Born Out of Due Time, by Ched P. Rayson, Chapter 15

Early on the following morning, after getting cleaned up and tending his wounds, Anterus Smith ate a meager breakfast out on his decrepit porch, whose flaking paint and rotting wood he seemed to notice for the first time.  He was getting to the end of his rope, and even a condemned man, he reflected, gets a hearty meal. 


Born Out of Due Time, Chapter 11

“You are a sports hero.  Why not spruce the place up with publicity stills of you in the old days, signed pictures from great fighters?   You could install satellite TV with boxing matches, rassling, hockey, even football.  Everyone else has gambling machines.  You could make a thousand or two a month.”

“Sure, I’d increase business and make some money. Would you wanna come?”


Born Out of Due Time, by Ched P. Rayson, Chapter Ten

‘You would be amazed at how seriously some successful people take themselves, especially on subjects they have never taken the trouble to study.  A prominent surgeon or a wealthy industrialist will read a magazine article or see a television program on ancient Greece or the American Revolution and take the notion that not only do they actually know something, but they think the ideas they are parroting are really their own.”


Born Out of Due Time, by Ched Rayson, Chapter Eight

Kwame was dreaming the same dream.  He was living in the village where his grandfather ruled.  His father had taken him into the woods to cut wood, and he was set upon by men in hoods who knocked him out.  When  he awoke, he was on board a sailing ship, a slave, on the way to America.  He was put to work on a farm, where they beat him when he did not understand English or showed any resentment.  He ran away several times until the white men crippled his feet:  He could still work, but he could never run.  Night after night, he dreamed of his village and the community of love shared by his family and the other people of the village.  When he awoke from the dream, he was in a cold sweat, and his wife Beauty brought him a cup of boiled chicory with milk.  She was all he had to cling to in a world filled with ugliness and horror…


Born out of Due Time, By Ched P. Rayson, Chapter VII

“Listen, professor.  You and me are not exactly two  peas in a pod–more like an English pea and a Swede—you’d probably call it a rutabaga—but I size you up from the first.  You don’t belong here, and I don’t mean just in Nadir.  You waste your time reading, but in some way you belong more to my world than to the world (pointing to the dead television screen) that’s on that thing.  I know you’ll take care of yourself.  Some of these guys do not mean you nothing  good.”


Born Out of Due Time by Ched P. Rayson, Chapter Three: Conclusion

“I heard that kind of music–classical?– makes you smart and even the chickens lay more eggs.” 

“Maybe, but I don’t lay eggs and I don’t even particularly want to be intelligent.  I just live every day.  I don’t have to have an agenda.  I don’t make lists, and I don’t have a plan for getting rich or achieving world peace.  The world will have to survive without my help.  The best I can do is to live as well as I can.  The only real question I have to ask myself is, ‘What I mean by live?’”


Born Out of Due Time, a Fantasy by Ched Rayson. Chapter Three, Part A. Available to Silver, Gold, and Charter Subscribers

Fly to Mexico City some time and go to the Museum of Meso-American antiquities in Chapultepec Park.  They don’t pull any punches.  I had real nightmares for several days after seeing the so-called ‘Aztec Calendar.’  It was actually a sacrificial stone depicting their sun god.  His tongue is shaped into an obsidian knife that was used to cut the beating heart of the victims who were still alive.”

“Why did they do that?”

“Maybe they thought it tasted better that way.  The biggest food fad in China these days is to eat live animals while they are still squirming in the mouth.