Epilogue : A New Face The Doctor's eyes opened slowly. Though he had been awake and aware for some time, he had resisted opening his eyes and simply listened to his surroundings. For the most part, beyond the tricks his own ears played on him, there was silence all around him. A faint vibration was … Continue reading Doctor Who: Red Right Hand – Epilogue
This is the last episode, minus the epilogue which will follow tomorrow probably. There is a link at the end of this page that takes you to the beginning of this tale, plus the prequel series that begins this epic adventure, and you can read it all in order fairly easily now. 9. The Red … Continue reading Doctor Who: Red Right Hand – Episode Nine
"And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book." - Book of Revelation On Thursdays, Gil Chambers left his place … Continue reading Day Thirty-Nine – Damnatio Memoriae
The impact of the plasma round against the retaining wall sent shrapnel through Cool Monkey Dataskunk's cloak. His stunt flip off the wall had been effective as a dodge, but at the cost of his high dollar accessory. Upon landing, he dropped the canvas bag he was carrying to the ground and angrily ripped the … Continue reading Day Thirty-Eight – Gehenna
(Art: Prometheus - Theodoor Rombouts) THE REALITY OF PROGRESS My first short story was about a psychologist employed at a research facility in Southwestern Colorado. His employer was funded by the government to research ways to manipulate a human’s perceptions of his own reality through drugs and what was known as the Dream Room, basically … Continue reading Why Sci-Fi?
Attend. Captain Yazoshea, on his daily whirlwind tour through the ratty shoebox drugstore under his bunk, finds a placid serenity in the embrace of the umbilical duty of mankind on the frontier. His fingers bleed from razor molestation - a side effect, perhaps intentional, of the routine rummage. He finds, without looking, a wooden child's … Continue reading God Has a Monster Face
I have come of age but the sky looks no different. My body feels the same. It doesn’t feel like I’ve crossed this phantom threshold that everyone tells me is so important. Today I cast my vote for the first time in my life. There are always two candidates. My vote should be based on … Continue reading Lift and Deposit. Thank you.