Monday, June 20, 2016

Walking the Sky

He walked through clouds and over lakes looking for the lost gem. Scanners melded with his eyes flicked from horizon to horizon as one step took him leagues.

Finally giving up in disgust, he walked toward the stars. Parsecs passed with each step, automatically avoiding space debris, asteroids and planets that threatened collision. Light fell behind, and the star visibly changed positions as he caught up with light that couldn't reach Earth for millions of years, yet.

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Blood Red Maple

Blood dripped down its leaves every time it rained. Puddles of crimson accumulated under its branches and then ran off into the grass. And then someone died.

I asked them at the lawn and garden center if this was normal. I was escorted out by security and barely left before the police came. I'm getting used to that, but I must know if this is a unique tree.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Bump in the Night

I run toward things that go bump in the night. Running toward things that go bump in the night isn't good for one's health. I know, because now I'm another thing that goes bump in the night.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016


Snow fell all night on the river's elbow. Nude trees clad only in white cotton waited as he waded through the steaming river focused on the far shore.

He rolled in the snow to dry himself. He no long felt his hands or feet.

He slept under the white blanket before sun rose at dawn, his purpose and goals left to others.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Night Lives

Only the lantern let him see their bodies pressed up against the tent surface from the outside. Human in form, they threw themselves at the sidewalls, lacking the power or weight to break through. They had just enough existence to leave their impression on the tent and make it lean violently from side to side.

All night they worked, attempting to get in. They gave up as the first light came over the horizon.

Friday, June 10, 2016

Sand Hand

The hand held me tight in the wash. It jutted out of the bottom of the wash like a branch, but held my leg like a lion. I looked around, fighting the thing trying to pull me down into the sand.

I fought the desire to yell and plead. No one I wanted to respond could hear me this far from the cabin.

The thing pulled me to one knee.

This couldn't get worse, I thought just before the first raindrop struck my cheek.

Soon the ground was damp, but the rain fell heavier upstream. I saw the sticks and boulders pushed by the mud moving my way. The hand held me tight to the sand.

I waited to join it under the sand.

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Baby Seals

The baby seals massed below the ship and waited patiently for the hunters to disembark. Each climbed down the rope ladder with their clubs and knives. Each looked for their prey with a malicious glint in their eye.

When all had reached the ice, the ship sank leaving only ripples and swirling eddies where it had been. Then the ice the hunters were on broke off and started floating out to sea.

The hunters screamed, but it was too no avail. The baby seals pushed the ice out beyond the reach of land and then started chipping away at it from below. The hunters never saw the baby seals until they were floating face down in the cold, briny sea.

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Sorting Skulls

Kelly sorted skulls from largest to smallest.

That didn't seem workable, so he resorted them from smallest to largest. Then again, roundest to oblongest seemed a workable sort.

Finally, Kelly laid his own skull in the proper position and left it there.

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

It Was In My Car

"I walked here."

"Instead of driving?"

"I had to. It is in my car."

Orren gave John his incredulous face.

"It? You mean the headless skull?"


"I thought you said it only comes out on dark nights."

"Well, ... I can only see it on dark nights."

"You saved for months to buy that car."

"Now I know why they wanted to sell it."

"I'll buy it from you."

"Motivated seller my ..."

"I'll buy it from you."

"It's cursed."

"I'll buy it from you."

"Okay, but I can't come over any more if you have that thing parked in your driveway."

"Just sell it to me already."

"Okay, I'll sell it to you for one dollar under what I bought it for. That only seems right."

"It's a deal."

Monday, June 6, 2016


The pear towered over the house like some fairy tale. Then it rolled over crushing the house. Slowly it rotted producing the worst smell you can imagine.

The End.

Notes ...

You just can't help it. This the more common story of giant fruit that doesn't make headlines.

Sunday, June 5, 2016


"I saw the angel over here."

"There are no such things as angels."

"Then what is this?"

She held up an enormous iridescent feather.

Abe wrinkled his nose. "That doesn't prove you saw an angel."

She walked away holding up her feather.

"Let me hold it, too!"

"Confess I saw an angel."


She ran off teasing him by waving the feather high in the air.

Saturday, June 4, 2016

Nuclear Potion

"So what?"

"You can't know what it does unless you drink it."

"I'm not drinking it."

"It's your turn, I drank the last one."

"You dumped it down the toilet."

"Good thing, too. It blew out the plumming."

"I'm still not drinking it."

"What if it makes you invincible?"

"I expect it won't do anything but make me heavier."

"So drink it already, you chicken."

He swigged the whole bottle, and let out a belch.


"I don't even feel heavier."

"All that money for a heavy water potion, and it's just water?"

"I think someone's going to be giving us our money back."

They left in the general direction of the market.

The End.

Notes ...

Combining science fiction with fantasy doesn't always have interesting results.

Friday, June 3, 2016


The caterpillar climbed the pear tree. It lead a boring life. It munched leaves, and dodged wasps that only loved it for a food sources for their parasitic children. The kind of children that leach off you, eating everything you have to give, then leave an empty husk.

Lightning struck the pear tree incinerating the caterpillar instantly. At least it wasn't a painful death.

The End.

Notes ...

You really weren't expecting a masterpiece, were you? Really?! Besides, most caterpillars are boring.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Brain Dump

I'm going to start posting a story here every day. It will all be speculative fiction and mostly short. Expect most of this to be steam-of-consciousness crap.

I'm just going to write something every day to say I've done it. It won't be good, unless I take a liking to it. Then I'll fix it up and put it on my professional blog over at

You can leave comments if you like something. If you don't like something, don't bother leaving a comment, or you may up in my next story ; - )

You have been warned.

By the way, I'm not even promising to make it all speculative fiction. And when I get bored of a character, expect them to die a violent death. I'm partial to having them swallowed whole by the Earth.