- An Unexpected Visitor
It was a hot summer night. The birds and other day creatures had all gone to bed. Mary Elizabeth was sitting in her rocking chair that used to belong to her Aunt Bessie who died of cholera a few short months ago. She was well-screened in, Mary Elizabeth, that is, from screens she made herself.
- Inner Space
It was imperative. He sought the solution to a problem that would save everyone; he believed it existed, but nowhere could he find it amongst the known and familar thoughts and ideas populating his mind. It had to be outside of it, or at least outside of what had formed into rigid and fixed ideas. A new arrangement, a never-before seen pattern, emerging and coalescing into clarity itself.
- The Deep
As far back as the twenty-first century it was suspected that space and time were simply emergent phenomena of a more complex underlying process, like the earth's crust floating on its mantle.
- Mushrooms and Falling Leaves
It was autumn in Massachusetts, a sharp invigorating sunny day. I was wearing a knee-length cashmere coat, dark blue; a scarf a friend had given me; and suede cowboy boots. I was visiting folks, and to give us all a break, I decided to go for a walk in the woods nearby.
- The Artifact
Jeremiah Zad tossed and turned; he'd been having nightmares for weeks. He couldn't think of a single reason why; his life was fairly quiet and uneventful.
The snow had been falling steadily for three days. Dave Flattery decided to work from home, even with his four-wheeler, it was just too much to try to drive. He worked in advertising and could accomplish as much at home as in his office.
- The Collectors
His old Suburban clattered over the familiar potholes of the dirt road leading to the compound. Cresting the final hill, Doctor Jameson could make out the three trailers parked in a circle and the canopy-covered sitting-area off to the left.
- Robert Fenwick III
Robert Fenwick III didn't believe in God. It wasn't that he considered himself a humanist for whom the question of God's existence is irrelevant, or an agnostic for whom the question is unanswerable, or, heaven forbid, a nihilist for whom no question need be asked; no, such labels were beneath him. He simply could not be persuaded to subscribe to or endorse any dogma, ideology, philosophy, or belief system, including those that believed in not believing.
- The Garden at the Center of the Universe
The contract was for 5,000 dollars. Not much, but enough for the way he was living. All he had to do was drive 200 miles east and kill a worthless drug dealer and, of course, any witnesses, like family, friends, or customers.
- A Time To Die
After years of soul searching and misinterpreting events based on faulty intelligence and shallow understanding, he arrived at the end of his life a broken, confused and deeply troubled man.
Zol-Tar dropped through the interstices of Mind ever more deeply with the same ease as an insignificant gnat might fly through the massive holes of a screen.
- Writer's Block #649
Frick and Frack, collaborating scriptwriting team, in the back of a jewish delicatessan, 3:15 P.M., Monday, July third, 1994; New York, New York:
- The Crack in the Bottom of the Bowl
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. It was that confusing. I didn't know if I was coming or going. Melinda, my dog, was in the hospital waiting for a heart donor, it didn't look good.
- The Oatmeal Incident
A shot rang out; it happens. The captain of the vessel slumped forward, his
face coming to rest in a simmering bowl of Quaker Oats. The entire back of
his head was gone. That is to say-- vaporized.
- Time Shift
Wielding the heavy black rock found protruding from the wall of their cave,
its narrow edge chipped to utter silence, Gorg easily rended the belly of the
- Megan's World
Megan put her drink down hard on the glass-topped coffee table. Nobody moved in the hot, stuffy parlor. Through the sliding screen door, the fading light outlined the mountains far to the southwest, dark clouds menacing their jagged ridges and peaks like a pack of hungry hyenas ready to pounce.
- True Story
You have to understand what I'm about to tell you is strictly between you and me. You must promise. I have to tell someone before I bust or get killed too. I'll start at the beginning.
Three teams of astronomers poured over sections of a picture of the deepest view into the universe ever seen, taken by the Hubble Space Telescope over what amounted to four days of exposure on a single location -- a point, actually -- far off in the distance.
- The Day I Died
It's not easy for me to take corporeal form. I can only do it for a brief period of time; the energy outlay is enormous. But I'll try to maintain stasis for as long as possible so I can tell you what I've discovered. Two hundred and fifty seven years ago, I died, or at least it seemed so. Let me attempt to recount the events leading up to it, and those that followed.
It was a dark and moonless night. Quiet prevailed in the rough-scrabble town; its hard-working residents either fast asleep or huddled in the few bars that spotted Main street, their neon lights beacons of refuge from the damp chill. None could have been even remotely aware of what was about to take place.
- Charles and the Pencil
Charles scrawled lines on the paper with the unusual pencil he'd found while exploring the storage shack at the back of the rental. It was hardly what you would think of as a writing instrument, it's length -- a foot or more -- and its elongated teardrop shape spoke otherwise. But the small boy saw it that way and so it was.
Frank was sitting on a moss-covered log in the quiet, peaceful forest. It was his desire to sit some place with little to no distractions in order to think.
- The Bridge
The winter dawn under the heavy sky contrasted his surroundings in shades of grey; shadows and silhouettes of angry trees squirmed franticaly over the ice underfoot.
- Plato's Cave Revisited
He was kidnapped while in dreamland and taken far away to a sunless planet. His shadowy captors unceremoniously dumped him and left. No one else was around.
- At Last...
His being dwelt beyond the confining envelope of space and time we call the universe, once a tiny seed of creator-energy.
- In The Beginning...
In the beginning, Mankind pursued a pantheistic spirituality infusing all things -- living and nonliving -- with the qualities of a Supreme Being [shamanism being the oldest form of this].
- 'The End Of Days' Bar & Lounge
I was sitting alone at a bar drinking bourbon and coke on the rocks, mesmerized by the whirligigs of leaves and trash dancing in the street.
He was going mad. Living alone in the quiet woods with his cat, Mariah, he'd lost touch with society; it didn't take much. Reality was next. Except to buy groceries and other needs, hardly ever did he venture forth. But his reclusive lifestyle was not what was driving him crazy.
- The Outpost
Nalina and Ramajadi strolled down the grassy hill towards the town below. It was a sunny day. Butterflies flitted about, riding the sweet-smelling updraft. They entered through the south gate; the road was dusty, it hadn't rained for a while.
- Six Science Reports
(1) Paleoneurobotany, (2) The Fenwick Boson, (3) Dark Matter Galaxies,
(4) Thought Has A Material Base, (5) November, 2126, (6) The Evolution of Man's Destiny
- When Native America Formally Greeted Invading Europe
The scientists at the International Institute for Extra-Planetary Discovery (IIED) passed around tubes filled with strong herbs, making sure everybody's pipe remained full. They were in a celebrative mood and deservedly so.
"Tom, you know you have an early meeting tomorrow, don't you?" cooed the machine voice, tinged with smothering femininity, lilting in all the right places, but slightly dissonant as though pieced together.
- Galactic Survey Report: Sector VL9478K: Year of Zordac - 10293
The following dispatch was captured in mid-broadcast, as it were, and translated--appropriately interpreted where necessary--by Doctor Heinrich Korazinski of SETI. Although the sub-space recording has been verified and accepted as genuine by the scientific community, Doctor Korazinski refuses to reveal how he understood the alien language. One can only guess.
- Our Town -- The Other One
It's 3:30 in the afternoon on a drizzly chill April day in the Northwest. The phone's ringing in the other room; ignore it. Let me pour a glass of Sheraz and get comfortable. I want to tell you about where I've been living for the last half of my life.
- The Cleaner
He was from another planet; it was obvious. No one that smart and that good looking could possibly be from Earth. After being elected President of the World, he initiated mandates, proclamations with the weight of law:
- The Existential Nihilist
He was a broken, shattered force of nature, a discombobulated field of loosely connected molecules purposefully rendering the shape of a human being by sheer will and tenacity.
Just like it says -- s t u f f.
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