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THE DREKS OF FOREVER 2: School Days (science fiction written by David Charles Kramer aka DJ Buddy Holly)

THE DREKS OF FOREVER 2: School Days (written by David Charles Kramer) The school didn’t look wrong. That was the first problem. Flat Texas sunlight. Long concrete walkways. A flag snapping in dry wind. Lockers dented from years of normal teenage life. Everything exactly where it should be. And yet— Eli Carter noticed it before anyone else. It was the way some people stood. Not everyone. Just a few. Their shoulders sat slightly raised. Not tense. Not proud. Just… lifted. Like something unseen had taken hold and never let go. Their arms didn’t fall naturally either. They angled forward. Palms turned inward. Like they were already holding something no one else could see. Eli didn’t have a word for it. But he had a feeling. The same feeling he got watching ants carry something too big— like they weren’t choosing to. Across the room, a girl named Jenna shifted in her seat. She wasn’t one of them. She kept glancing at Marcus and the others, then adjusting her backpack straps like she suddenl...

The Dreks of Forever (sci-fi by David Charles Kramer aka DJ Buddy Holly)

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The Dreks of Forever (sci-fi by David Charles Kramer aka DJ Buddy Holly) Daniel Cross had a rule. If something sounded impossible… it was worth chasing. That’s how he got the group together. Not friends—exactly. More like orbiting minds pulled in by the same gravity: curiosity. They sat in a dim bar just off the highway—Placerville side, where the conversations got strange after 10 p.m. Daniel leaned forward, eyes lit. “People aren’t dying,” he said. Troy laughed immediately. “Yeah? What is this, a Marvel phase we missed?” “I’m serious,” Daniel snapped. “Military reports. Missing persons. Bodies not accounted for. Something’s happening.” Marcus, arms crossed, studied him. “Or something’s being covered up. That doesn’t mean immortality.” “It might,” Lila said softly. Everyone turned. She wasn’t smiling. She meant it. Daniel pointed at her. “Thank you. Someone gets it.” Elena didn’t look up from her tablet. “There are patterns,” she said. “Clusters of ‘deceas...