Ms. Maple, Chapter Three

Ms. Maple, Chapter Three By Garon Whited Bronze was thirsty after running a locomotive.  She expanded the truck’s gas tank while we looked for a filling station.  She then drank the tank dry on a mere sixty-mile drive to Big Spring.  I filled it again before we...

Jerry, Chapter 7

 Jerry, Chapter Seven by Garon Whited Jerry sat in the Captain’s chair and regarded the polished gleams of the Bridge. The ship was silent. Gone was the lively chatter from the little Astrogator.  What else was missing?  Some sort of background noise?  Maybe.  God...

Jerry, Chapter 6

 Jerry, Chapter Six by Garon Whited “Pop?” Kent pulled his head out of the guts of a machine. “What’s up, Punkin?” “I’ve been thinking.” “Always a good idea.  More people should try it, if only for the practice.  What have you been thinking about?” “I don’t think the...

Ms Maple, Chapter Two

Ms. Maple, Chapter Two By Garon Whited We pulled into the parking lot.  A bag of snacks wasn’t doing it for me and I was feeling both hungry and ornery.  The door brushed the bell and one of the waitresses smiled at me.  I took a look around, spotted one of the goons...

Ms Maple

Ms. Maple By Garon Whited I don’t know how many times I’ve stopped to help a stranded motorist.  When you spend as much time on the road as I do, galloping hell for leather in something that doesn’t even have hooves, trying to catch and bite the horizon, you pass a...

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...

Phoebe’s Greetings

Phoebe’s Greetings By Garon Whited My first memory, I think, is of my Pop.  My first clear memory, anyway.  He was smiling down at me, holding me and a bottle, and I was happy.  Looking back on it, yeah, it wasn’t normal, but it was all I knew.  How was I to...

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...

Hospital

Hospital By Garon Whited   Slade knocked on the door, rang the bell again, and shouted. “It’s me!” Something inside snicked and the door came open.  Doctor Wagner pulled Slade inside quickly and slammed the door, bolting it. “It’s almost midnight, Doc.  What’s...

Summoner

Summoner By Garon Whited   “By Naz’rathkelos!  By Kathulluachor!  By the Sacred Name of Berekolovoth!  I summon thee!  I summon thee!  I summon thee!” The cowled wizard brought his hands down sharply.  The intricate diagram on the shone a pale, lambent blue.  The...

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...

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...

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...

Hobbies: Pre and Post “Mortem”

Hobbies: Pre and Post “Mortem” By Garon Whited   As a junior professor of physics and computer science, Eric used to enjoy going to parties with grad students so he could watch them drink too much, with the usual levels of mirth associated with that. ...

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