Category Archives: Fiction

Sharks! Punks! Mech Suits! Not too Proud to Beg!

Returning from my hiatus hunting wild Yetis that Surf, in Montana no less, to announce I have a new story for your reading pleasure. I’m very late doing this as the book will be released on May 1st.   First, … Continue reading

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Johnny-Come-Home – A Fragment of a Decaying World

Johnny-Come-Home A Fragment of a Decaying World.   Marfin stood next to the statue which had, against all possible reason, survived the DecayWind.  The township it had once dominated the skyline of, had not. Every building was reduced to rubble, … Continue reading

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Fragments of a Decaying World – an Introduction

This is a little introduction to the post that follows this. Fragments of a Decaying World is a series of very short, short and not short at all stories and pieces that detail the end of a world, one that … Continue reading

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The Lucky 7

I so rarely get involved in these memes, but this one appealed. Rules are: Go to page 7 or 77 (or 777 if you have got that far and if so, your editing process will be hell!) in your current … Continue reading

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Never Would Have Thought

The Captain appraised his Junior Officer.  Mangin was a good man.  If he survived the blowback from this whole episode, he would be the best choice for the next Captain. “Have a seat.” Mangin sat.  The Captain pulled out a … Continue reading

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The Truth? Or Lies?

The man with a feather in his hat was the object of Officer Mangin’s disgust; being forced to meet the man who had lied and cheated the Greasers made him feel sick.  In Command meetings he had managed to distance … Continue reading

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Has Fog Lights, Really

Carv waited atop the mountain of waste for the others.  Piles of discarded and useless waste from Domeside shifted under his feet.  An oblong object, some kind of one person boat was visible.  It made Carv angry.  There wasn’t enough … Continue reading

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