Blog Entry #1 – April 22, 2025 You would think being a teenage galactic space explorer would be exciting, if not at least interesting. Well, it’s not either. In fact, it is kind of boring. By now, if you are…
Teenage Galactic Explorer
Category: Short Story
These are my own short stories.
Autonomous = Out of a Job
“Technology is kind of a double-edged sword,” my buddy says to me via the CB radio. “How’s that?” I respond, after pulling the mike to my mouth, stretching the mini bungy chord that kept the microphone within easy reach. “That’s…
Luddite
General Abasi Masad scanned the battle torn fields before him. He could not help thinking it looked like the opening scene to that very ancient movie Terminator. Lines of battle marked by shattered mechs and mangle human corpses. Mechs continue…
Swipe
I have been putting this off for weeks. I really thought Lauren was the end of looking for my life partner using an app. Alas, I was wrong. She sent me text a few months ago telling me she needed…
Determined Resistance
“How many times have we launched an attack with this level of success?” The commander asked looking about the room, his staff squished into relaxation slings stationed about the room. His question was not with spoken words, but signals sent…
DMMC
It’s said that humans can adapt to anything. For the most part I agree. There are a couple of exceptions. One is acute pain. Who ever created this mess called humanity knew enough to make sure we never became accustomed…
AOVID-19
The fact that I was sitting in that musty old room was amazing in itself. Until thirty minutes prior, I did not know the space existed. Long ago I read a suspense novel by a Minnesota author who stated there…
To Live is to Human
“Don’t you ever wonder what it’s like out there?” I ask my best friend Shelbie. She is sitting across from me. Both of us at a small round table bound by the gates of an outdoor café. As I wait…
Not Fair
I was harvested three days ago. No one knew what to expect when one is harvested, because no one ever returns to earth after harvest. What we imagined was for the conditions to be deplorable, but we were wrong. Being…
Can’t Prove a Negative
So, I have this friend. His name is Garrett. Garrett fancies himself a writer, though his only source of income is as a truck driver. Garret writes, mostly science fiction, but I think I am the only one who reads…