Category Fiction

The Last Jump

They were running a low-level night jump in 36-knot winds, Larry Swenson’s last. Once the mission was done, he would leave the Army and take a long road trip, settling into whichever town along the way felt right to him. Maybe he would go back to school. Maybe he wouldn’t. He didn’t know for sure, and he didn’t really care. He just wanted to own his life again. Everyone had already

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Billy Buck and the Bear

I I came to the city of Gold Creek in early May as the fitful spring winds were settling into early summer. The morning air was rife with the smell of lilac and the sound of lunatic birds tweeting and whistling from the huge oaks and maples that lined the streets of the finer residential areas near the college.  Children played in the yards, dogs barked at anything and nothing,

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The Shandean Spirit Lives on—Man Martin’s The Lemon Jell-o Syndrome

Man Martin’s third novel will appear in May, 2017 from Unbridled Books. The book suggests a corollary  to James A. Michener’s quote, “If your book doesn’t keep you up nights when you are writing it, it won’t keep anyone up nights reading it.” The corollary is that if your book doesn’t keep you chuckling writing it, don’t expect people to laugh either. The good news is that this novel had to have

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Happy Birthday, Charles Dickens

London. Michaelmas term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle,

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Happy Birthday, James Joyce

I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out  of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in  his

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The Hunters of Trepidion

I Long before the Great Rains of Radiation, the people had divided into two races: the Hunters and the Heavyheads. The Hunters were a tall, handsome people – outgoing, fun loving, and athletic. They shunned the Heavyheads, pointing to their large ears, orb-like eyes, short bodies, slow feet, and their preoccupation with meditative arts as proof of their abnormality. The Hunters’ children were forbidden from playing with Heavyhead children for

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