In the golden wage, when there were no cats, and geese occasionally laid expensive but inedible eggs, a woman known to her neighbors as Madame Klotsch owned a very successful apple orchard. She sold apple cider, apple fritters, apple chips, apple dumplings, apple pies, and, when the occasion arose, plain apples. And because MistressContinue reading “THE SOUND AND THE FURRY: Coffey & the Beansprouts, pt. 1”
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DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER, L
Two of the crew sat crosslegged on the floor of the Dragonshelf. Nubry, having donned a white Maintenance jacket, was reconnecting the console that would monitor pursuit, of which there had been strangely little so far. “Pass me the rakwet diagnostic.” “Racquet,” said Bott, pronouncing it “racket”. He handed her the smallContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER, L”
FICTION FRIDAY: Reflections
“Magic Mirror on the Wall, are you that most famous mirror of all?” “Yes, Mistress.” “And you answer truthfully every question I ask?” “Been doing it so far, Mistress. That’s two of two.” “Just a plain straightforward truthful answer? No ifs or hidden….” “Let me tell you about that, Kiddo Socko.” “What happened to ‘Mistress’?”Continue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Reflections”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XLIX
His Imperial Worship shlurked at the straw, but not loudly enough to cover the screams from inside the glass. Then he shifted to his command seat in the control bubble of the Panoply. Lt. Veora, he decided, would have to have at least two of her arms removed. She had supplied the three pillowsContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XLIX”
Panting for Phraseology
When I went picking postcards out of inventory for our last thrilling adventure in language and postcards (“Watch Your Phraseology”) I held back a couple when the article seemed to b running long. (See? I do think of the audience once in a while. Beyond wondering why you don’t buy my postcards, I mean.)Continue reading “Panting for Phraseology”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XLVIII
“So a few of you did make it to the library ship. Accept my most disgusted congratulations.” ”It’s a recording,” Nubry whispered. She pressed a button to close the ramp. “It has to be.” “You will now be allowed a few minutes to fly free of the Drover before pursuit begins,” HisContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XLVIII”
watch Your Phraseology
There are numerous roadblocks to my intended series: “Is This Still Funny?” wherein I would look over the work of the stand-up comics of my boy days and figure out whether their work stands up. One is that a certain amount of comedy carries an expiration date. Jokes about Warren G. Harding, for example,Continue reading “watch Your Phraseology”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XLVII
Bott, tapping one foot, leaned a shoulder against a strut of the Dragonshelf’s ;loading ramp. He had shouted twice without result, and lacked further options, Without knowing whether one of his remaining grenades was knockout gas, he hated to waste it. And even if it was, that meant either abandoning his crew or luggingContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XLVII”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XLV
In utter darkness, flesh met flesh, sharply and without compromise. “This is for our Facilities Director! This is for our Assistant Facilities Director!” His Imperial worship, whom Nubry had expected to bellow and roar and give orders, just stayed bent over the arm of his chair, whimpering and crying for someone heContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XLV”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XLIV
“Some kinda job, makin’ up alla ‘is inferior decoration,” noted Louba. “Does ya hasta go ta school fer years ta learn it?” The refugees were easing along a narrow bridge stretched high above a cage holding animals no one recognized. There were dozens of them: long, muscular animals with big brown eyes, hugeContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XLIV”
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