Jerry, Chapter 5

 Jerry, Chapter Five by Garon Whited Kent was in Engineering, whistling some weird little tune as he worked.  Jerry watched him for a bit.  Kent was using a three-foot crescent wrench with a similarly-sized socket on the opposite side, bolting two pipes together. ...

Jerry Chapter 4

 Jerry, Chapter Four by Garon Whited Jerry, still somewhat gingerly, seated himself in the Captain’s chair.  The ship’s damage control display showed a lot of battle damage still unrepaired, but the angry, flashing red, the dull, steady red, even the orange—those were...

Potholes

Potholes By Garon Whited   One of the most annoying problems with being an inter-universal traveler is the potholes.  Walking along a road, you notice them, but you step around them.  On a bicycle, you steer around them.  In a car, you try to avoid them, but...

Jerry Chapter 3

  Jerry Chapter 3 By Garon Whited   Whoever he was, he made good sandwiches.  Having the entire ship’s stores to draw on must have helped.  Where he got the mustard was a mystery, though.  The officers’ mess, maybe.  It was the good stuff, the best Jerry had...

Adelaide

The Girl Who Held Up the Sky By Garon Whited   Adelaide held up the sky. Nobody asked her to, but she was a conscientious girl and a helpful one.  When she was six years old, she saw the cracks run through the sky, so she raised her hand and held it up to keep...

Jerry Chapter 2

Jerry Chapter 2   Jerry froze, space-gauntleted hand still on the hatch lever. Debris, he thought.  If the gravity is out, pieces of drifting debris could have impacted on the other side of the hatch, making it sound as though someone knocked. The knocking came...

Jerry

Jerry by Garon Whited   Jerry woke with a headache, a nosebleed, and a terrible whistling in his ears.  Against his better judgment, he opened his eyes. The turret was a mess. Red light pulsed everywhere from the emergency circuit.  Several pieces of...

Lights

Lights By Garon Whited   “He’s been here.” “How can you tell?” “I can feel it.” “Feel it.  Hmph.  At least I smell things.  You just feel them.” A cold wind blew past the travelers, rippling their garments.  Dust swirled around high, black boots—black under the...

Witch Hunting

Witch Hunting by Garon Whited   The rain pattered on the roof.  Wind whistled in the eaves.  Occasionally, a branch on the north side slapped against a shutter with a clattering noise.  The smoke from the chimney whipped away in vortices, scattering quickly in...

Mary’s Log

Mary’s Log by Garon Whited “Diogenes?” “Yes, Dean of Knives?” “Save that for when Eric is around, will you?  Call me ‘Mary,’ please.” “Preferences updated, Mary.  What can I do for you?” “Can I open a private file?” “Certainly.” “I mean, a private file Eric doesn’t...

No Angel

No Angel by Garon Whited “This is Adam-Charlie-Three requesting backup at—” “Don’t do it, kid.  This sort—” “—Sixteen-Eighteen Willow Street, Longbranch Apartments.  Suspect—” “—of thing isn’t—” “—armed, with hostages!” “—going to end well for him.” “Sarge!” declared...

Leisel

Leisel By Garon Whited   The woman fell when pushed, her hands outthrust to take the brunt of the impact with the flagstones.  She raised her head and tossed black hair back from her face to glare at the man atop the dais. “You’re making a terrible mistake.” The...

The Well

The Well By Garon Whited   He was a young man, I thought.  I didn’t even shave, at the time, but I still thought he was young.  Rich, too, with fancy armor and a fancy sword and fancy cloak and the biggest horse I’d ever seen.  I didn’t think much of him the...

From Apocalypse to Apocalyptica

From Apocalypse to Apocalyptica By Garon Whited   [Between Knightfall and VOID] One of the problems using inter-universal gateways to scavenge resources is finding the resources. Never expected to hear that, did you? So, here’s the deal.  Diogenes opens up small...

This Army

This Army By Garon Whited   I ignored the loudmouth.  I’ve suffered worse than some schmo yelling at a movie theater screen.  I felt sure he would quiet down once the picture actually started. Down front, however, someone else wasn’t quite so tolerant.  The...

Love of Halloween

Love of Halloween By Garon Whited   Halloween is my favorite time of the year.  The nights are cooler and longer, for one thing.  Bugs have mostly packed it in for the winter.  Leaves are changing color if they haven’t gone all autumnal already.  Best of all, I...

Christmas is a Long Night

Christmas Is A Long Night By Garon Whited   Eric spent Halloween eyeballing some would-be wizards at a Halloween party on one of the mundane Earth-worlds. Whatever happened to that? Well… I, on the other hand, simply stood by, watching and waiting as they worked...

Halloween, 1956

Halloween, 1956 By Garon Whited   I remember when I was in the late October of 1956.  One of them, anyway.  I was staying in a quiet little neighborhood reminiscent of my old place, when I lived in the Ardent farmhouse.  I was looking to sit quietly and think,...

Christiana

Christiana By Garon Whited   The Debriefing Three figures stood in darkness, the points of a triangle, above the circle of light.  The subject of their scrutiny looked up and spun slowly, regarding each in turn.  She paused when one of the figures spoke, voice...

Ants

Ants By Garon Whited Ants everywhere. The crawling little bastards bite and sting.  I suspect they also have a type of ultrasonic communication—I think I can almost hear some sort of high-pitched tone.  It’s more of a feeling around my inner ear, rather than something...

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