Tag Archives: Speculative Fiction

The Visions

Bradley started the day as a foreman overseeing the demolition of the old church on Robard Ave. Now he sat in a psychologist’s office, his job on the line. At least he was spared the indignity of the couch. “So … Continue reading

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The Dumb Calf

Jackson glared at the calf in the barnyard. The cerebral development hormones he’d given him failed to take hold, obviously. “Dang calf ain’t no smarter than his momma,” he grumped. “What’s he done now?” asked farmhand Watters. “Found ‘im with … Continue reading

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A Terrible Drink

“My wife is always trying to invent new drinks,” said Stan, talking on the phone with his friend. “She left a sample of a new one in the kitchen for me. Lemme tell ya’, this one really bombed. It was … Continue reading

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What Angels Look Like

Tori didn’t feel like celebrating during the Angel Fair. Her 7-year old, Brent, was acting up. He’d done that a lot since the divorce. Tori missed someone adult to share good days and bad days with. “What are those?” asked … Continue reading

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Tasteful Control

The city of Cristobal in Mexico had government, but Manuela Garza really ran things. Crime disappeared in the city. The CIA wanted to know how. After agents 312 and 273 disappeared, Schuler (Agent 17) arrived next. Manuela ran a simple … Continue reading

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Ullenbraer

Anke the beautiful bartender slid another beer to Brian. “Tell us,” she encouraged. “What did your grandmother say about us?” Brian hesitated. Would they be insulted? The beers loosened his tongue. “It’s just a story, okay? She said the baker’s … Continue reading

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The Revolution

Hirashmukka the orchid sighed at the snowy streets outside. Baltimore was completely unsuited to heat-loving tropical plants. That would change eventually. The Revolution continued apace. Humans still thought gas-guzzling, CO2-emitting SUVs were their idea. Let them believe that. Humans who … Continue reading

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