I’m one (perhaps the last one) of those genetically mutated humans who thrives on cellulose and ink to the exclusion of all other food. When Papa died in ’90, I bought a huge collection of books at the Ossing estate… Continue Reading
“Somebody rescue me!” Carrie thought as she flipped the burger. She flipped the one next to it. There was that hiss as the new side of the meat met the hot plate. She sighed. An observer, maybe someone sitting at… Continue Reading
Zio and Will were shipmates aboard the Venture Maru, a space freighter which sailed not only through our familiar Milky Way galaxy, delivering everything from canned peaches to ping-pong tables to radiation shields, but occasionally venturing all the way out… Continue Reading
Professor Henri Dubois materialized behind a rock outcropping. Dizzy and disoriented, he fought the urge to throw up. His wrist tracker said October 9, 1578. A half hour until the auto retrieval yanked him back to Carlton University in 21st… Continue Reading
“So, how many frogs have you kissed?” asked Ramón, and I sensed the mocking smile on his face, even if I could not see anything at all. He’s got quite a cheek, this one, always laughing me off for being… Continue Reading
Assi pulled the dusty, khaki knapsack between his legs and hunkered behind the low parking garage wall. There was just enough room between two burned out cars for him to kneel and watch the snipers in buildings across the traffic… Continue Reading
She liked it rough — she liked it with a rasp edging the honey in her voice. She liked to pretend that it made her songs profound, filled them with the angst so missing from her own life. But Mock… Continue Reading
Something in the darkness moved, and Herr Bruegel awoke. A large, rough hand stole over his mouth, stifling the cry before it could begin. “Do not cry out, Herr Anwalt,” a voice said. “I mean you no harm, but I… Continue Reading
With a grunt of annoyance, Devon closed the browser tab that had been displaying the rare Star Wars collectibles forum. He didn’t want to see any more fawning posts talking about damn Barry Connor’s “rare and amazing” collection. And after… Continue Reading
“Welcome to the Academy,” the Chancellor announced. His voice was echoed by the crowd’s applause, whose eclipsing thunder reduced his volume to that of a whisper. I was in that crowd, but clapping softly. When asked by the admissions officer… Continue Reading