Category Archives: Writing

The Old Blues He Loved to Sing

Maybe it shouldn’t matter how Homeless Joe ended up shivering in the woods somewhere in southeast PA under a full moon in early September of 2050, singing out Catfish Blues, sliding the little section of steel pipe up and down … Continue reading

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By Order

My name is Vantu.  I am a composite man, a cyborg from a family of ignorant tradesmen toiling for bread in Region Three, where the tortured ground took less radiation and disease than other places during the Thousand Years’ Horror … Continue reading

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The Sun Men

Begin transmission. I must report this quickly, before the next gravity surge crushes the sun station.  Will it ever be heard? Five hundred years ago, during the reign of the Third Dark Moon Prince, the first sky man transformed gravity … Continue reading

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Sunlight in an Empty Room

Before the room was empty… Joan slept with a nightstick under the pillow.  She never told the kids it was for burglars but that’s what they thought.  The older ones would catch on soon enough but by then it wouldn’t … Continue reading

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The Sea of Tranquility

“Where did this one come from?” Joe asked his daughter. Sophie threw back a red pigtail with a flourish and put the shell to her ear, feigning concentration.  She had amassed an impressive collection for a twelve-year-old and knew all … Continue reading

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Fool’s Errand

“You came here to kill God?” Pastor Hasan Abidi asked the crazy question with the posed nonchalance of a man who knew when to keep cool.  The unstable giant standing on the other side of his desk in the office … Continue reading

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Right Outside Her Window

Mrs. Falciani enjoyed watching the mysterious cloud of light grow and brighten in the western sky as the last tints of silvery dusk sank behind the silhouettes of the houses lined up along her neat suburban street.  Night after night … Continue reading

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