"It was 1968. Like a lot of seventeen-year-old males that summer, I was thinking about death. Not Bobby Kennedy's or Martin Luther King's. I was contemplating my own. I could feel my eighteenth birthday looming and I had to wonder if I'd spend my nineteenth in Vietnam, in Canada, in jail, or in the Great Hereafter. It was nearly the last mentioned, and not at the hands of the VC, either. I came this close to having my goozle slit right here at home in good old nothing-ever-happens Faelin, Indiana." Mitch Franklin thinks he's got it made when the town's wealthiest eccentric hires him to look...
"It was 1968. Like a lot of seventeen-year-old males that summer, I was thinking about death. Not Bobby Kennedy's or Martin Luther King's. I was conte...
In order to work off-world, you have to have your connection to the 'net severed. But what if you still hear voices in your head? In an alternate history, three young friends and their mechanical dog rent an airship for a jolly holiday. Then sky pirates happen. Can you ever trust a mermayd? They may be charming, but there's nobody trickier. A woman begins to wonder exactly who she is after her atoms are reassembled at the end of a transfer. By land, air, or sea, with two arms or eight, driving lessons are driving lessons. These stories and poems, most collected from various venues and one...
In order to work off-world, you have to have your connection to the 'net severed. But what if you still hear voices in your head? In an alternate hist...
