This is the story of two Christian monks who travel across the galaxy
in search of the source of a plea for help, and receive a surprise.
This story takes place about three generations from now. The
continuing deterioration of world culture, the invention of unlimited "free"
energy, a thoughtful and rebellious protagonist, a spoiled brat, and a
doting grandmother lead you where no man has ever gone before.
This is a time loop story. After you read it, you can spend weeks
wondering how they got there the first time. Even I haven't figured
it out yet and I wrote the story.
This is a Berserker story, in the Fred Saberhagen tradition.
That saga, and much of the historical background in Cold War, was
created by Fred Saberhagen. I've assumed a familiarity on the part
of the reader with Mr. Saberhagen's material. My story will stand
alone but it will be more meaningful to a Berserker fan. It might
be the last ever Berserker story. Then again, it might not.
Be sure to read the correspondence that I had with Mr. Saberhagen.
I've moved from California since the letters were written so the contact
information (address and phone number) shown for me on the letters isn't
current. I don't have any idea whether or not the contact information
shown for Mr. Saberhagen is current.
This is the story of a computer that discovered itself and began to
explore the world. The story originally appeared in the May 1998
issue of the Frontiersman.
This isn't exactly a prayer of despair.
This is a detective story, sort of. I don't know quite how to
describe it. If you want to know what it is then I guess you'll just
have to read it. If it leaves you waiting for a sequel, well I'll
be darned!
My friend Barbara asked me about my Uncle Lorenzo and I told her a
couple of his stories. This is the one about the time that me an'
Uncle 'zo sailed tha Bristol Biscuit outa the Grand Reef aheadin' fer Casket
Bay and about the time that Uncle 'zo bought a sleazy dump called Los Bandidos.
This is the story of how a neighborhood became a shopping mall.
The story originally appeared in the December 1997 issue of the Frontiersman.
This is the story of a man in a woman's world. The story originally
appeared in the April 2002
Frontiersman.
In this story, an ordinary man finds himself unexpectedly transported
to a medieval kingdom. After he learns the language well enough to
communicate, he discovers that he's the king.
This story involves the pondering of an old man, the tragedy of two
young boys, and the greater tragedy of their dog.
This is a script of some of the adventures of Captain Quirk, Mr. Spark,
Lt. Oowhoreah, and the rest of the familiar Star Truck crowd.
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This is a script for the story of what happened after Captain Kirk
and Mr. Spock failed to recognize the reindeer and stunned them on Christmas
Eve.
Most of these stories are my retelling of something that I heard somewhere.
Night
Watch is the only story in the collection that is entirely mine.
Trouble Ahead — This is the story of a man who asked a genie
for something and got exactly that.
The Littlest Angel — Once upon a time, long, long ago, Santa
Claus lost his temper and inadvertently started a Christmas tradition.
Anatomy Lesson — This is another story about a man who got what
he asked the genie to give him. You just can't be too careful when
you're dealing with a genie.
The Witch — When a truck driver gives a ride to a hitchhiking
witch, almost anything can happen.
The Leprechaun — Sometimes, a thing really is what it appears
to be even when it doesn't seem to be what it appears to be. Watch
out for leprechauns in men's rest rooms.
Two Big Boobs — A young lady blew out the candles at the party
for her sixteenth birthday and made a wish.
Night Watch — Sometimes, things can get so spooky that you're
afraid to even trust a bar stool.
Retold here are stories from the time when Claymere was a Kingdom.
There's the wisdom of Good Queen Genevieve, the folly of Andrew the Pious,
the doom of Baron Hale, and the optimism of a condemned criminal who promised
to teach a horse to sing.
Retold here is a story that was told to me many years ago by a man
named Domingo Molinas. I think that maybe he heard it from his father.
It's the sad story of three natives of this continent, Falling Star, Falling
Rocks, and Falling Rain.
This bit of prose must be about something.
This is the story of a man trapped in a time bubble. To him,
the world seemed to be standing still until he stood under a nuclear explosion.
A wish granted by a daemon could be your last, so choose it carefully.
But even more important, choose your daemon carefully. This is the
story of a man who didn't.
Suppose that you suddenly acquired a magical power to command changes
in the world. Suppose that you didn't know that you had the power.
What would you do with it? What might it do to you?
Does the Queen of Rock and Rule over Afghanistan?
Your GPS won't ever find this place.
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This story might be vulnerable to a charge of allegory. It's
the account of one man's view of the fall of civilization and why it was
necessary for him to cause that fall.
Dare you ask?
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