Science Fiction

It began as a clear bright line in the sky. They could see it from the station wagon as they drove up the long, pine-bordered highway that led through the…

Part II Part one of this story may be found here Oct. 10 Twenty-one days later—starting a new letter to bring you up to date. First of all, I should…

The Veranda In the beginning there were five of us at the Veranda. LeGuard was our employer, a New Magician from somewhere in South America. I and the other three…

The cops kicked Urfirer’s ass—and it wasn’t a pretty ass. Scales, stray hairs an inch thick, and a bleary blind eye on the left cheek. The thing that was pretty,…

Cassie always knows what I’m thinking. She told me about the whole ESP thing just before we moved in together. How she had inherited the gene from her mother’s mother…

Rico rode for months before he picked up the Tinker’s trail. He rode through woods in the South populated by ancient giants, cybernetic dwarves, and trees that grew higher than…

Coke is it: the best-known commercial product in human history. Uh huh! It’s the real thing. And – for the first 15 years of its life – it contained the…

It was August 2075 in Brussels. A dying arts and antiquities dealer needed an heir – a suitable one, one that wouldn’t squander and ruin the business he had spent…

I am a writer, and so I write. I tell myself this—often—to explain why I persist in my scribbling.  For I may fill sheet after sheet with hurried recollections, I…

I don’t know why, but lecturing the extraterrestrials unnerved me. Oh, they assumed the respectful attitude—tentacles tucked beneath scaly feet—and rarely spoke. But if they objected to the lecture, they…