Maybe Unicorns
For a person who has nothing to do, I sure am keeping busy. Something I'm excited about, even though it's in its infancy stages of planning, is to be collaborating with my lovely Jo-Jo Jo-Jo. We're returning to Beyond Possible Harm, which began as a play I wrote for a pitch at UHM in 2015.... Continue Reading →
My beautiful, lovely, and ever-supportive saltmate, and co-conspirator on Bi Bi Bi, Imogen Cassidy, has written a story that I love called Beta Child.
This story I wrote after reading a run of Thor: God of Thunder. During the course of this fun adventure of time travel, multiple versions of one self, and a lot of silliness to offset the grim events, Thor encounters sharks. In space. Just sharks in space, as one sees. I was so amused with the concept of a sea creature living in space as it would in the sea that my brain ran with the idea of old, long out of use naval vessels in a space setting. And thus was born "Space Sharks". I think it's by and far my favorite of my early stories. Maybe I'll get back to this world one day soon.
The Man Who Lost the Sea was originally published in The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, October 1959 and on Escape Pod episode 500.
There was a legend — of a ship — somewhere out in the belt. It was garbled. Maybe it wasn’t even a ship. Maybe it was a station, leftover from some alien civilisation that grew out of Earth’s primordial ooze and evolved before dinosaurs ruled, or maybe they were dinosaurs, space dinosaurs who saw that a planet... Continue Reading →
He floated next to the gyro in the calm silence of space. This was as close to “outside” as he ever got — ever would get if he had any say in it. He was station born, not quite so rare these days as it used to be, at least outside of the founding Company families, but still something to be wondered at. Station wasn’t the kindest place to children, unless you had very supportive parents. Manny was lucky that way.
So this is a lifesaver when I’m writing sci-fi. It also has a generator for things like naming alien races, etc.
I really enjoyed Naheem’s story. It grapples with very important, hard issues. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Naheem is our last great exorcist.When you point this fact out to him, he barely blinks. It is a title he accepts, not with humility or even resignation, but with frustration. “We should... Continue Reading →
In the beginning, there was dark. He couldn’t quite remember why it should be light, but he had vague memories of laughter and singing and fluffy whiteness that was completely opposite to the dark he was seeing now. When the light clicked on he winced and pulled back, as though he could escape the brightness. It was harsh, and it hurt at first, making him more blind than the darkness had. Slowly, his eyes adjusted.
The Galactic Council room was by necessity large - three of its sixty-eight members had to be seated in tanks filled with gases poisonous to four of the others, five needed extra gravity and sixteen needed special vocal amplification technology in order to be heard. Not to mention five delegates were larger than galactic average by several factors. The result was an enormous hollowed out mountain in the tenth sector, and meetings were necessarily infrequent. Most delegates much preferred digital communication.