JunkDNA Fiction: Archive

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A prose emagazine of sex, violence, and adventure! Science fiction/cyberpunk grindhouse fiction.

Nov 4th

BUKKAKE BRAWL

Mei is an indentured slave in the brawl pits of Yue Fong, a floating city in the Corean Strait. When her little sister Nin is brutally murdered by a midget man-god with a cock the length of a firehose, she must rage through sex, semen and sharks to exact a revenge. The eBook (230 pp) comes in a DRM-free PDF file along with a image of the cover (featured below — PNG format) and a wallpaper...

Jan 26th

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MEDIA WHORES and DE SADE ASSASSINS at Smashwords!

MEDIA WHORES Deep beneath the seething, zombie-infested landscape of Nippon, the city of New Tokioh has sunk itself thermometer-like into the sphincter of the Earth. At its heart, a media-maven who plays the cultural libido of a city-state desperate for stimulus in their otherwise boring lives. A man, a woman, the yakuza, and zombie sex, all part of an original bizarro microfiction short...

Jan 26th

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About JunkDNA Fiction

About: Serialized, short and flash fiction blog of Made in DNA. Feel free to tumble my work. Click the title of the entry you wish to read. Looking to connect with other fiction/fiction-related Tumblr blogs. Tags: cyberpunk, bizarro, alternate universe, science fiction, erotica, dark fiction, noir, hardboiled, sexpunk, extreme, sex-fi Commenting: Anonymous/unverified comments allowed, but...

May 8th

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Pandemic Danny

©2009, Made in DNA Danny sat quietly, a sporadic jerk the only thing punctuating his otherwise silent countenance. His left eye had gone milky white with cataract, his skin was a mottled yellow and sickly, and despite the fair temperature of the room on a fine spring morning, whispery rivulets of sweat snuck their way down his hot brow passed his earlobe until they found a hiding spot under his...

May 8th

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Slug Orgy

©2009, Made in DNA It was the year I turned seventeen; late summer, sometime at the end of August. The night air under a moonlit sky had that heavy, intoxicating smell of festivals, high spirits and the onset of fall. Officially the obon season was finished and school activities had begun once again, yet there was a pervasive recklessness in the season that would not be contained and regulated...

Apr 21st

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Professional Pride

©2009, Made in DNA “Do you really never fail to complete a contract?” the gray man asked, his voice weary but hopeful. I gave him a reassuring smile, “Never sir. Professional pride. Once the money has been paid, I pull the the trigger.” The gray man nodded and lightened a little as if a great burden had been lifted from his soul. “The man I want you to kill is...

Mar 22nd

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Chinese Death Squad Organ Donor Bus (two senryu...

©2009, Made in DNA bullet to my head paid by my dad liver’s gone to some bright lad —- bullet to my brain country’s in pain recycle. reduce. reuse. —- Originally posted at http://www.twitter.com/mopedronin Chinese Death Squad Organ Donor Bus senryu poetry brought to you by the number four and “China’s Death Buses Deliver Executions, Organ Harvesting On the Go”

Feb 26th

Feb 22nd

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The Path to Salvation

© 2008, Made in DNA The late autumn evening air filled the monk’s lungs with a chill the fire around which he sat was unable to dissipate. The heavy-handed presence of evil he had experienced since entering the woods surrounding this mountain village had not bothered to conceal itself from him. “The hellspawn has devoured four of the village’s young women in the past two weeks, leaving their...

Aug 6th

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"Assassins on the Rag"

by Ash Lomen and Made in DNA, ©2008 Ana is a cold, hard bitch doubly so today she has a scar that dances it’s way up from her pouty lips down to her deep-set azure eyes she is genocide-thin a utility belt hugging her tiny waist like some lecherous old man phallic blades all around and smelling my blood she hunts me down in minuets flaying my disposable guards before I can even so...

Apr 24th

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Training Day (580 words)

©2008, Made in DNA Master Sergeant Baker, ram-rod stiff, scowl on his face, walked up and down the beleaguered recruits that had been his misfortune to be training. “Without a doubt, you slags only have the most rudimentary understanding of the enemy we face!” The amplification of his voice in the virtual-environment training simulator noticeably startled several of the recruits. “Positively half...

Apr 23rd

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System File

Apr 13th

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Hard Wired

Apr 13th

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NannyBot

© 2008, Made in DNA Baby began to cry. It wasn’t unusual or new; after all he was just six months. But Mistress was out and it was NannyBot’s job to care for him. Rolling over to him, easily avoiding the toys the young one had thrown from his seated position in his plush Highchair, NannyBot bleeped a soft command to which Highchair replied to by lowering itself. NannyBot’s long...

Feb 20th

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BATH DADDY (v.2)

© 2008, Made in DNA “Bath Daddy! Bath Daddy!” The toddler jumped up and down in joy at the prospect of bath time once more. Daddy chuckled, pleased the little boy enjoyed bath time with him. It was, after all, the only time he ever got to see his beloved. After his mother had undressed him, the little boy bound into the room that was a combination shower and bath. Swirls of lazy steam...

Feb 3rd

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BATH DADDY

© 2008, Made in DNA “Bath Daddy! Bath Daddy!” The toddler jumped up and down in joy at the prospect of bath time once more. Daddy chuckled, pleased the little boy enjoyed bath time with him. It was, after all, the only time he ever got to see his beloved. After his mother had undressed him, the little boy bound into the room that was a combination shower and bath. Swirls of lazy steam...

Jan 26th

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The War Machine

© 2007, Made in DNA Its reserves low, the great machine signals a mated geosynchronous minisat for the location of the nearest village within radius of its patrol. Squirt-spat, squirt-spat, squee-waaah, blip-confirm and it continues on rumbling through the night of the lightly jungled planet, rerouted. Its clean-fuel source grumbles hungrily but must be patient; it is still several hours out. It...

Jan 2nd

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Conformity Bullet

© 2007, Made in DNA The sun had barely deemed it necessary to grace the shanty town outside the limits of the glistening towers of City Proper until well late into the day when its beams of orange washed out all other colors. Perhaps that was for the best. It was, after all, the only washing the refuse living and breathing the orange-sparked air from their hidey-holes behind grime-dusted...

Oct 31st

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Headshots

© 2007, Made in DNA The sign in the window of the photo studio read: Free Headshots for a LIMITED Time. Never one to pass up a freebie, the man — a cheapass prick at heart — walked into the shop and inquired. The girl behind the counter asked the man to fill out an application with a minimum of personal information, yet assured him he’d never be contacted or his information sold to third parties....

Oct 22nd

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DIRTY NURSERY RHYME: Lil’ Jack Horny

Oct 21st

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Edo Nights

© 2007, Made in DNA Five original, stand-alone, fiction-bursts (in less than 140 characters each) of sex, blood and death, set in Fuedal Japan. Posted @ http://www.twitter.com/junkdnafiction ========== Poison grips my heart as explosion bursts from my loins. Whore-assassin shadow-smiles atop me. In the deep night heat, ravens cackle. *** Walk in the shadows that run deep in blood and the...

Jul 13th

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Bomber Girl

© 2007, Made in DNA Into the headspace of my dreamscape she roars in her boosted twin-engine. Her blossomed G-cup configuration madly juking and teasing, giggling and pleasing. My fist works the well-worn joystik of my own vehicle with experienced percision. Must not overwork it. Must keep control. Must stay on-target. But she is an expert, an vicious AssaSSin of the virtual. And I feel my grip...

Jan 17th

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Hardboiled Haiku

© 2007, Made in DNA ‘Oriental’ Pleasures Broad from overseas Exotic Asian beauty Sultry summer lips Dangerous Dames Slim pretentious curves Winter vixen steals my heart Bullets and hard cash Muzzle Flash Ballet Muzzle flash ballet Night autumn rain and bone chill Spilling blood… my own

Jan 16th

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Dat Salad's Da Bomb

© 2006, Made in DNA I’m Chamberlin Hoffested, with your Channel 893 news for the evening. Our top story is an unusual one at best. 37-year-old Xeckstech mailroom staffer Fahid Dela Fuentes was having lunch with coworkers when he spotted a miniature A.I. smart bomb perched atop a forkful of salad he’d all but finished stuffing into his mouth. Coworkers say Dela Fuentes froze...

May 31st

Hello Futurity (flash fiction)

Written for a Warren Ellis LiveJournal project. The theme was ‘futurity’. Was unable to present it as I was going to be out of town due to the strictly observed deadline. This is a slightly revised version from the original. ©2004, Made in DNA The samurai stood at the ready. The feroplastic armor that encased their white, furred bodies gleamed majestic in the rays of the rising, red,...

Feb 22nd

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Sniper (3890 words)

© 2004, Made in DNA This is war. Not a police action, an enemy incursion, a rebel insurrection, or a righteous civilian uprising. It is not even a skirmish. It is, unequivocally, a world-spanning multisystem-wide war. It’s never been started or declared. It’s never been officially recognized by any country, governing body, or organization. But we participants, we practitioners who...

Dec 31st

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MotherBored

©1997, Made in DNA TelCo along, jacking in w/ my General Tech Overdrive. Step back or I’ll ICE you clean. What’s that? Who R U? What’s my tty? I’m sorry, you’re not my terminal type. No “Slam-bam, thank you ma’am”, I prefer the Visionary Position. The night before, I phreaked the kitchen, the appliances servicing my soul mate as he woke. Plug my...

Apr 14th