Peter Wood is an attorney in Raleigh, North Carolina where he lives with his surly cat and patient wife. He has had stories published in Asimov’s, Daily Science Fiction, Stupefying Stories and Every Day Fiction.
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
Balancing her backpack and the box of doughnuts from Krispy Kreme, Jenny opened the door to the cramped student apartment she shared with Mark. She was surprised to see him still sitting at the kitchen table, two laptops going full… Continue Reading
“Civic Holiday? Only Canada could come up with a generic name for a national holiday,” Nora snorted. She took a long sip of her Labatts and looked out the window of the Eganville Hotel at rain pouring into the Bonnechere… Continue Reading
The President of the United States extended his hand to the Canadian ambassador. “Ambassador Mackenzie, so nice to see you.” Mackenzie, a burly bearded man, resembled a lumberjack. His fiery red hair almost matched his maple leaf lapel pin. He… Continue Reading
The antennae sprang from the cashier’s head. Jim rolled his eyes. He had come to the North Carolina mountains to exorcise writer’s block. He didn’t need another pull-the-rug-from-under-you plot twist. He had enough bad ideas on his own. Aliens did… Continue Reading
Mike wondered if Coach Phillips was just jerking him around. “You want me to pick a team?” Coach Phillips scratched his sizable gut. “That’s right, Zoner. You and Abrams. First in the alphabet and last.” Mike fingered the Star Trek… Continue Reading
Tim looked up from filling his tank and saw a middle-aged man. Tim’s mobile phone rang. Damn, it was his secretary again. “Yes, Sylvia… The meeting’s at three.” He sighed. “Can’t you do anything yourself? … No, you can’t leave… Continue Reading
Larry looked up from endless raking and saw Joe, his neighbor, leap thirty feet, with a single bound, to the roof next door. Joe adjusted the satellite dish. With a mighty breath, Joe shot the leaves from the gutters onto… Continue Reading
Riley pulled the bed covers over his head, but the damned ghost just moaned louder. He was exhausted after being in the University physics lab past midnight making more time machine modifications. He wished he could find a quieter place… Continue Reading
Carrying the water-stained box of wineglasses he had found under a stack of Bach Bimonthly in the basement, Simon stepped into the cramped galley kitchen of the decaying townhouse N.C. State University provided him and his wife, Tara. He’d hoped for… Continue Reading