Hey all, posting an old flash I put on Facebook a long time ago. I’m working this into a longer story, using the advice that CC Finlay gave me on another, similar short that I had submitted to FandSF magazine way back when, that the characters are just… there. for the gag. It needs to be ABOUT the characters. SynthIA… Read more →
Category: Writing
Short Story : Please don’t feed the readers, yourself. NSFW
I realized suddenly that I never did get around to reposting the real life fan fiction pastiche I wrote based in part on Stormy Sto Helit, and a conversation that happened on a message board known only as, The Basement (howdy fellow PUTS) Let me remedy that. NSFW. Or sweet dreams. Due to deep personal beliefs in not creeping out… Read more →
What worth the coins in my pocket?
Short story inspired by https://www.blaseball.com/bulletin blaseball. What worth the coins in my pocket? The golden slugs that ching ching ching merrily as I stride from the shop to the bookies. The solid metal disks, emblazoned on the head with the Blaseball logo, dark and writing, and on the tail with the five quartered cross representing the leagues, and on the… Read more →
Workplace Wonderings: USB is crashing my computer!
This one isn’t mine, exactly. It’s a coworkers. A comment on FB reminded me of this story. I used to work for a company that has a Garmin GPS unit that they sell that runs custom firmware in order to use it for golfing. We did tech support on the units and software to load courses into the unit. This… Read more →
And the award for saving the planet goes too…..
So, after some discussions around the horrible MC job done for the Hugo’s this year, several discussions swirled around in my head, and I found myself pumping out 2000 words of real person fan fiction / pastiche about next years award ceremony. Johnathon White sat nervously, his cloth mask tight against his face. He looked down again at the notecards… Read more →
Essay: Visibility
“Nice mask!” The phrase is delivered in what seems to be a genuine spirit. Which is nice, as I’ve often in the last few weeks heard the phrase delivered in scathing sarcasm and derision. I look at the person saying it today. They’re wearing a mask as well, a Vader Face mask, and they’re wearing a shirt with Darth Maul… Read more →
Short Story: An Introduction to Emotional Scarcity in an Induced Multiperson Organism
This story was published in 2016 with The Mad Scientists journal, http://madscientistjournal.org/2016/05/an-introduction-to-emotional-scarcity-in-an-induced-multiperson-organism/ As all rights have reverted, I figured I’d put it up for free. Please enjoy this look into the possible ramifications of cloning. A note on the title and tense / perspective. I originally wrote this story in third person. And then I saw the call for submissions… Read more →
Flash Fiction : Wrong Bottle
I couldn’t help it. This dumb brick joke of a pop culture reference got stuck in my head. “What do you mean, NO! I’m your master. You can’t say NO!” Her face grew redder as her pitch and volume rose into the scream, but still failed to approach the shining crimson of the much more relaxed face she was screaming… Read more →
Happy Birthday Pluto! : Song Pluto’s always a planet to me
So, it’s the 90th anniversary of the discovery of our 9th planet, Pluto. Yes. It’s a planet. There are a LOT of reasons why the IAU decision is a steaming pile of manure. I put a couple of them into song! (To the tune of Billy Joel’s ‘She’s always a woman to me’.) It can push and can pull, where… Read more →
Fiction Snippet : Nu Yeller
Thanks to Totally Mindy on Kid’s Place live this morning, I have a horrible cyberpunk version of Old Yeller in my head… here’s a snippet of “the scene” in my head, so you can all share in my horror at my own brain. “No pa. He’s my dog. I’ll do it.” Tahmina pulled the old keyboard out from the rack… Read more →