March 2012
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In case you haven’t seen it yet, I posted my latest scifi short on my fiction site.
You can find it here:
Remembering Charlie: An illegal gun deal goes down on a space station.
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February 2012
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Original Scifi: Remembering Charlie
This is a shorter piece, so I’ll post it in full here. You can find my past stories on my fiction site.
Bret had been waiting for far too long. If the buyer didn’t show up in another few minutes, he would leave and damn the consequences. His people would not be happy, but they weren’t the ones getting sick off the turpentine-diluted whiskey for which the bartender charged a premium.“You...
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Original Scifi: None this week...
It was a busy weekend, and I was unable to get any editing done on my original scifi shorts. I expect to have something new up next Monday.
In the meanwhile, here are the stories I’ve posted thus far:
The Last Glass
National First Contact Day
The Collector
Parasite and the Patriarch
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In case you missed it, I have a new piece of original scifi up on my fiction site:
The Parasite and the Patriarch Past stories can be found here.
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Original Scifi: The Parasite and the Patriarch
Note: From an ongoing collection of scifi original shorts. More can be found here.
When word got out that the Patriarch was dead, all of Terra 3 went into mourning. Everyone knew Teve Mall to be a freak of sorts. While the average T3er rarely lived past two hundred, Teve Mall reached that and kept on going. By most accounts, he lived to be 1,143 T3 years.
All of T3 mourned because so many...
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Original Scifi: The Collector
From an ongoing collection of original scifi shorts. More stories available here.
It had been over a hundred standard Xevilian years since Targas had seen another of his kind. Perhaps he was the last. Perhaps there were a few others. But Targas knew one thing for certain: His generation would be the last generation. Those few still alive had lost the ability to reproduce. The bacteria had...
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“The pudgy gentleman from Georgia stood. “My wife and I will celebrate our...”
– From my short scifi piece National First Contact Day
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