Raiding the Nest
It was no trouble getting under Proplay’s atmosphere. They were afforded all the same privacies as other guests and residents outdoors. Security systems were concentrated on individual buildings and varied with the affluence of the owner. Everyone but Dana was shocked by the number of private guards posted at each doorstep. Some buildings had two or three watchmen seated at the top of thin towers that had big steel-rimmed binoculars built into their edges. Continue reading
Though his father had ordered a retreat, Shem didn’t dare face him empty-handed. When he fled from the clinic he simply set the ship down in a wooded area and disguised it with branches. He wanted to go that night, but the equipment he had ordered had not arrived yet. He spent a day cooped up in his metal ball watching grasshoppers and centipedes crawl across his viewing glass. He checked his dash screen regularly to make sure it still tracked the pearl. Continue reading
Hailey Rosary’s Apogee
Nephilnaut was a rock made gray by concrete, smog, and its homogenous population. No subspecies could live there legally as they did not fit into god’s plan for the planet. Continue reading
Labor of Love
A rickety shack of a house buzzed with activity. Like most dwellings on Mavercree, there wasn’t another one for miles. Sixteen vehicles were parked all around the home, with two being bigger than the building itself. People moved in and out of the single door; they had to turn sideways for two to fit. The wooden cabin shuddered with everyone’s steps and the light rain dripping over the clogged gutters looked like nervous sweat. The poor building had never seen such a flurry of bodies. Continue reading
The hug was uncomfortable. Her fingers opened and closed, waiting for it to be over. Her mother’s pregnant swell forced her to lean back. Emzara could smell her mother’s hair; it reminded her of all the other hugs she’d gotten over her thirty years. There was the one when she announced her own pregnancy at fourteen. Her mother had been so happy that she cried. Emzara cried as well. She cried because of fathers and mothers. She cried when she hit herself in the stomach with a closed fist; she did that for hours and tried to think of it as a workout. One two three punch, one two three punch, okay just ten more, and then I can be done for the night. More tears than punches. Continue reading
Shem Knarkid Needs his Mommy
Nestled in the heart of the Cosmic Collective, the planet Maymow slowly waltzed its way around its sun. Under the blanket of its cool atmosphere, great mountain chains curled around each other and poked through the clouds like the intertwined knees of giant sleeping lovers, some of whom must not have cared to shave their legs given the thick pine forests across most peaks. Some referred to Maymow as Carnal Rock, others as the Sinner’s Stones. It was a modern planet full of civilized kitchens, bathrooms, studies, terraces, gardens… but not bedrooms. No the bedrooms of Maymow were places of exploration. Places where people set out to discover new passions with old flames. Continue reading
A pact struck in the distant future, after mankind has colonized dozens of worlds and diversified into engineered subspecies, saw the death of guns and missiles. With the new stigma of ‘farcoward’ weapons comes a return of the sword, shield, and bow.
Dana Rudolph is a grumpy travel writer hopping world to world, keeping to himself until date of publishing, when he is pulled into a vast, and surprisingly icky, conspiracy where he must do his best to protect the ‘appearl’, an anomalous learning gem that formed on its own inside a supercomputer.
Follow him and his sword as he teams up with an amazon and a leprechaun to dismantle the supposedly divine, forcing him to confront his traumatic past.
Labor of Ruby and Pearl
The Prosecution’s Best Witness
A man, mostly hollowed, took his seat at the witness stand. It was time to present the blood ruby left to him by his captors so it could be admitted into evidence. That way justice could prevail. Continue reading
I have just completed the manuscript of my second novel: The Mad Seeder. While I went through the effort to self-publish my first book Fortune Underfoot, I’m afraid I don’t have the resources to do the same for this one. This time around I’m just going to upload the book, free of charge, in parts on this blog.
My first book was my take on the post-apocalyptic genre. The Mad Seeder is my take on the space opera. My main idea was to create a universe filled with humans so diverse that you don’t even notice the lack of aliens. As the plot came together in my head I eventually decided I wanted the book to have a central message about family: specifically, how a non-traditional family can be just as good, or sometimes better, than a traditional one based on religion, marriage, and a male head of the household.
If I had brought this book to paperback, the blurb on the back would look something like this:
Dana Rudolph is a talented, successful, miserable man with a hole in his mind big enough to drive a boat through. His boredom and frustration with the drudgery of his celebrity life is probably why he went out of his way to investigate a suspicious man carrying a taboo ranged weapon of old. In no time at all he finds himself hopping across the galaxy defending his new friends, an Amazon woman, a little green man, and a strange jewel from the heart of a supercomputer, from the forces of a man who would call himself messiah.
If this sounds interesting to you at all, I’ll be posting the first part tomorrow. I encourage you to give it a shot and tell me what you think!