Originally, I wasn’t going to publish tomorrow’s ‘fiction’ chapter story, “The Fourth Woman,” until September. But with the possibility of landing an actual paying job, ‘there’s no time like the present.’ Did I mention, “The Fourth Woman,” is fiction? If not, let me tell say that it’s fictional, save for unfortunate Winnescheika.  She’s a very real…

By most folks  standards, Charlie Vickers was an arrogant bully.  Lord help the cowpoke that didn’t move quick enough for him when he barked an ‘order’ or who gave Charlie even the slightest bit of lip. He had no problem using his size as a weapon of intimidation, pushing men aside as he cussed them…

It was a very small room, certainly not big enough for two. Yet there it was with him, resting slightly outside the illumination of the single, naked bulb that burned dull, both night and day for his well-being. It began two weeks before… Stanley, a night foreman at the local foundry was trying to sleep.…

Joe the Camel was not ‘lost,’ as in not knowing where he was. He knew exactly where he was, though he would have been hard pressed to point out his exact location on a road map. For others, the desert might stretch out to the horizon in all directions, miles to the nearest bit of…

My poor friend H.R.R. Gorman writes these wonderfully serious and thoughtful pieces of science fiction and I come along and screw’em up. In this case, H.R.R.’s three part story, “Inhabitation Machine,” which is about future time travel back in history. Thanks, H.R.R. for the indulgence. Afan laid back in the brine. He knew well the…

The cowpoke lived alone, Visitors, few and far, Save for that dog that he had. I would reach down to pet And he would not allow my touch. Odd, but I have never Had this affect — in fact Ranch dogs naturally like me. I’ll brag — and without tact, Puppies, on me, tend to…

“We was told not to cross the Carson,” the old man said. “I was a youngin’ then, younger than you are today. That ol’ war Chief said he couldn’t control them warriors on the other side.” ‘Captain’ Asa  Bledsoe, born in 1880, was nearly 102-years old. He wasn’t usually awake during the graveyard shift at…

All of her life, she grew up hearing about the Prophet. Her family struggled to make ends meet because of this Prophet. There were no vacations because of the Prophet. There were no fancy restaurant meals because of this Prophet. She wore hand-me-down clothing because of the Prophet. And she couldn’t go to her prom…

The space-traveller had become a relic as he lay in stasis for fifty years, oblivious of what had happened with his home-world, Earth and to humanity. That was before the young woman, who was scouring his spaceship, found his ‘deep-space coffin.’ Now their heart was heavy, for while they’d seen much and knew much, they…

Before he could begin getting undressed, a knock came at the door. It was Molly, carrying folded clothes. “I think these will fit you, if you don’t mind wearing my dad’s old clothes. Leave you’re old duds on the porch and I’ll wash them.” “No. Please don’t bother. Jus’ toss’em in the burn barrel. I’ll…