Author: W.A. McDonald

Missed Opportunites


Hers was a long journey. I watched as her archaic liquid rockets accelerated her primitive craft to escape velocity. The use of multiple stages to get her spacecraft up to escape velocity and their continued use that accelerated her to…

Blind Faith

FTL 37

A shadow of my features looks back at me from my tablet. Colors are vague, my eyes showing more as a light gray, than their sky blue. My blonde hair, looking light brown. I note the line of my strong…

Fake Heroes

Remote Space Outpost

Another one of these huh? These come across the news feeds every now and again, and I cannot help but wonder why the fuss. Another death of something they like to call celebrities. Let me see, the star of some…

Long Cold Winter

Sun Dogs

I look out through the smart glass, taking in the vast expanses of snow that blankets the world around me. I hear the wind as it caresses the smooth parts of my enviroarmor, and rattles any lose baubles. I check…

Scared to Dream

1905 Wright Flyer

You know what I really want to do for a living, besides write novels (help a guy out, buy my book)? I would love to create and build. I am not talking about scarfs, kitchen cabinets, or colored lug nut…

I Am Man

Classic Manly Photo

Being a man is a proud thing. To me, masculinity is more than hair on your face, or big muscles, or having an object on your arm for other men to admire, but you do not respect.

Serial Fiction


A long time ago, to feed my reading habit, I often checked out books at the library. It was there that I discovered many of the favorite books of my youth. One of those authors was Michael Moorcock. Another was…

Rattled Mind

Book Cover

I am proud to announce that my first Sci-Fi book is available for purchase. Rattled Mind is a collection of short stories, all of which are available on this website. The difference between the stories on this website, and the…


HALO wingsuit jump

The blackness of space spreads out on all sides while the Earth is a distant field of blues, whites, and tans. I teeter at the very edge of space, hanging from an ever-expanding envelope of helium. This is my not…