At first, I found it difficult to rewrite this finale. I liked it just as it was. If you want to read the entire original story with the Eleventh Doctor, you can do so here on fanfiction.net. Originally, the big reveal was completely different – and it may be obvious at the end where and … Continue reading Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Prime Machine – Episode Nine
Originally, I wrote this with the 11th Doctor. It seemed easier at the time. In the television series, they had just made the transition to Matt Smith from David Tennant and I was already a fan of the bow-tied Timelord. While reading through this for a new publication on this blog, I made a startling … Continue reading Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Prime Machine – Episode Six
My alter-ego, A.K. Thorne, is playing Jeopardy over at The Reliquary Oh, and you can find Episode Two of my Doctor Who fan fiction epic, RED RIGHT HAND. Sibilance! Sibilance! Check!
A.K. Thorne is my alter-ego, and The Reliquary is my alter-blog. I even cleverly use an inverted theme. Consider him my Kilgore Trout, except that if you see him, he’s me, even though he talks to me in a nursing home in Central Texas. Thorne is a project – an experiment. I don’t ask that … Continue reading A.K. Thorne
PREFACE: Reach was one of seven men named as such who existed in seven separate universes as multiversally intertwined souls. It was impossible for them to meet; and though, theoretically, it was possible for Reach to cross over to another universe, the chances of encountering one of the other seven were ridiculously low. This was … Continue reading Reach II
I’ve written several versions of this story, and it has the distinction of being the first of my writings that was ever rejected by a sci-fi mag. They didn’t like the ending. Originally, I wasn’t so vague about what happens at the end, but now I leave it up to the reader. This is the … Continue reading In Which the Automaton Finds Peace
There are people in this world that make it easy for us to to turn the word “human” into something pejorative. These are the people that would have you believe that selfish pursuits are our pinnacle, that greed and lust for power are virtues. These are people that don’t see humanity for what it has … Continue reading There Will Be Giants
Back when it mattered, back when corporations could still lie to your face and politicians weren’t the subservient eunuchs they’ve thankfully become, there was a bit of copypasta making the rounds that really drove home what advocates of gun control had been trying to get across to the rest of the world. It went something … Continue reading Day Forty – Sword and Shield
“And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book.” – Book of Revelation On Thursdays, Gil Chambers left his place … Continue reading Day Thirty-Nine – Damnatio Memoriae
The impact of the plasma round against the retaining wall sent shrapnel through Cool Monkey Dataskunk’s cloak. His stunt flip off the wall had been effective as a dodge, but at the cost of his high dollar accessory. Upon landing, he dropped the canvas bag he was carrying to the ground and angrily ripped the … Continue reading Day Thirty-Eight – Gehenna
It’s been over ten years since I was fortunate enough to have been a composition editor for a small Texas daily. I have a thousand stories I could tell you about my adventures in Central Texas. I’d prefer not to, as many strange and terrible things befell me in that dark place. I could tell … Continue reading Snippets
(Art: Prometheus – Theodoor Rombouts) THE REALITY OF PROGRESS My first short story was about a psychologist employed at a research facility in Southwestern Colorado. His employer was funded by the government to research ways to manipulate a human’s perceptions of his own reality through drugs and what was known as the Dream Room, basically … Continue reading Why Sci-Fi?
The light was painful and unfamiliar. It nipped at the eyelids and chewed the pupils of the newly awoken. Conditioned air knifed at the fugitive’s exposed skin; starched cloth, bright white, irritated the rest of its body. It involuntarily cringed in the chair it was strapped to. The impulse to curl into a ball fought … Continue reading Day Thirty-Seven – Pampers For All Us Kids
I have come of age but the sky looks no different. My body feels the same. It doesn’t feel like I’ve crossed this phantom threshold that everyone tells me is so important. Today I cast my vote for the first time in my life. There are always two candidates. My vote should be based on … Continue reading Lift and Deposit. Thank you.
I haven’t talked about Marvel much lately. Honestly, I haven’t talked about much of anything here lately, and for that I feel ashamed. It’s not that I feel like I owe you anything–this blog has no rabid fanbase desperately hanging on my every word. This blog, from its inception, has merely been an outlet, a … Continue reading The Night the Silver Age Died
I’ve not revisited this one in a long time. I’m feeling the itch though–the story here is just too good not to tell, though this first bit just scratches the surface. This is the first real novel I began working on. Portions of it go back to ideas I threw down shortly after graduating back … Continue reading Replacement Parts -Excerpt
On Thursdays, the slow flow of traffic on Kegel Station made St. Pete’s Pub an acceptable place to get away from people. Jax, the bartender on duty this particular Thursday, was wiping down the brass when the old-style wooden door creaked open. The bright light from the promenade outside the bar reflected in the big … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: The Day the Sky Became Like Dirt (or Markus Wells Has a Drink)
— “I’d like to think my approach to science fiction is fresh and new,” the author replied. “In reality, I don’t know if it is, or not. I haven’t read everything out there. In the end, maybe it is all regurgitation. Once upon a time, a man said: I’ve just written the greatest story ever … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Self Portrait
“You will, of course, be required to act as our labor pool for at least two hundred generations,” the representative of the Galathran race reminded. “At such time as the planet is no longer viable for extraction of resources, we will find your people suitable replacement positions as labor on one of our other venture … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: Concessions
It’s morning. I rise. I grab a handful of my clothes and depart the darkness of my abode. The handful smells of ashtrays and last night’s three-too-many, but I smirk with the roll of the drums and we start this day with a yummy taste of disappointment. Like every day. I wish I could have … Continue reading Salvatore Ambulando’s Detritus: A Requiem for Mr. Harrison (or Mr. Mystery’s Reflection in a Pool of Blood)