Enemy of my Enemy, an SF story of mine, was included in the just published anthology Deep Waters, Volume 2. How do you deal with an enraged, lethally armed teenager of another species? Good question. I had fun with story and hope that you will too! Here’s the link:
We’re going to make space our own and live out there, perhaps sooner than we think. Most of our problems will move with us and acquire new wrinkles. I offer a few speculations on what a doctor might encounter while serving on a space station in my new SF story Protocol C. The Flash Fiction Press has just published it and you may take a peek at the address below:
Third Flatiron has just published Hyperpowers – Anthology Book 16 (Kindle Edition) and I’ve got a story in it. I encourage all of my Civil War friends to guess which CW battle I’ve transplanted into my space opera. I hope you’ll have fun with this bit of light satire! Here’s the Amazon link:
Some stories fight, bite and scratch while you’re writing them. Billy Starbuck was one of these, dragging me through a dozen rewrites. It’s published at last, however! I thank Ty Drago, managing editor of Allegory E-zine, for working with me on it. Also, I tip my hat to Herman Melville, from whom I still gather inspiration. Great echoes from Moby Dick lend substance to Billy. Thanks, Herman!
I’m pleased to have my story achieve the shortlist for this competition. I had a lot of fun writing it and hope readers will enjoy it at least as much as I did! Scroll down to find Undocumented Aliens.
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Stairs to the Beach
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Josie had the tunnel-staircase built because the children were fed up with the clifftop ocean view and no easy way to get to the beach below. To the children’s uproarious approval, I proposed a slide, so they could zip down onto the soft shore and get all their energy out swimming, building sandcastles, and trying to run on the tractionless surface of the sand. Then they would have to walk a mile or so around the cliff, back to the house, and I wouldn’t hear a peep out of them the rest of the day, I was sure. I could practice the viola or watch films that weren’t oriented toward children…
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