The first rule of the Kayso Beast Containment Unit was simple: Never touch or kill a Beast.
If you touched or killed a Beast, you became one.
You couldn't always see them in the shadowy corridors. The dim scarlet glow of the ship's emergency lights seemed to cast a blood-light over the blank walls and worn yellow carpet. The Beasts left no blood, but their presence always seemed to suggest it.
Oh God, oh God, don't let them get me.
Jossu flinched--Eyes! No, it was only the reflection of light from the buttons of a security panel near the door of the evacuation pods. The Beasts always left the pods unguarded, as though it did not matter to them if someone ejected into deep space. But it mattered to Jossu. The Triangle was the only livable space for light-years. There was nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide from the Beasts.
Except the Loystrek Third, the only part of the Triangle not overrun by Beasts.
If the Loystrek would even let him in.
It all starts on Friday.
A new adventure will blast through the speculative fiction galaxy and YOU and your fellow readers will decide how the story progresses.
Last Friday, I promised a sneak peek at this February's adventure. Here it is:
When I picked my Machine of Death card during a writers' group meeting, it said "Hot Air Balloon." Yup, that's right. I was supposed to die by hot air balloon.
For those of you who aren't familiar with the Machine of Death, it is a game in which the Machine of Death tells you how you are going to die. It's very interpretive, though. You might get "fish" and get eaten by a shark, or get poisoned by a badly-cooked fugu fish, or get stabbed by a fish-hook. The Machine of Death has inspired stories from writers all over the nation (world?) and resulted in an anthology, an ongoing podcast, and more.
I kind of cheated. This story isn't about me, per se, but it's about someone who dies by hot air balloon. Sort of. Read on and find out how Mr. Alexander Sedgewick meets his demise by hot air balloon.
Conspiracies, epigenetics, and linguistic junctures--all in one short story!
When you've finished reading THE MAN WHO DID NOT EXIST here, you can scroll through my Pinterest writing prompts at the end of this post and choose my next project.
The story is up to you, my friend!
Did you know that speculative fiction fans have their own term? That's right, they're called spekkies! I didn't know that until about a year ago, but now it's my new favorite term.
I put together a short video to help you explain to your friends what speculative fiction is and why being a spekkie is awesome. Enjoy and share!
My blood runs with the DNA of nine ancestors from the Mayflower, several more who fired their rifles during the Revolutionary War, and many others who engaged in the defense of their freedom in various ways. Even centuries later, I am still enjoying the fruits of their many sacrifices. The story that they began I now have a responsibility to continue.
Even in fiction, that battle cry for freedom still emerges. That desire of the soul to follow truth without infringement by another echoes through our stories. Today, I'm going to share ten quotes about freedom from science fiction and fantasy.
Can you name the science fiction or fantasy book/movie based off of these zany summaries?
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One of my favorite things about fiction, particularly speculative fiction, is its ability to comment on life in the context of story. That's what my #TruthInFiction series is all about.
Today’s #TruthInFiction comes from Chapter X of 1984 by George Orwell, in which the main character, Winston, looks out a second-story window and notices a working woman hanging laundry on the line.
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Sandfly is a debugger, his life limited to finding and fixing malfunctions in the equipment of the Abduls. Any thought outside approved ranges results in instant pain for Sandfly. When he is sent to debug a robot on the mysterious space vessel known as DarkTrench, he unearths few answers, but many questions. What did the robot encounter near the star Betelguese that made it disassemble itself? What is the crew of DarkTrench hiding from him? And what was in the powerful, unearthly transmission that Sandfly begins to hear?
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