"Qui plume a, guerre a." — Voltaire
Inspired by my friends, I’ve decided to launch a dedicated blog for my serial SF fiction. Henceforth, The Terror from the Other Dimension! and the other serials and shorts that are percolating in my creative subconscious will be appearing at Channel 37, which will be bringing you “Serial Science Fiction from the Distant Reaches of […]
Two of my friends have recently launched serialized SF story blogs! Check ’em out: One Alien Life “It seems to be getting worse. Vacuum dream, screaming, crying, headache, general feeling of itchiness all over, but also specifically inside my brain, which is very disconcerting. Like I want to take my brain out and soak it […]
Alone above a barren patch of the Pacific, with help still days away, the eighteen men and two women of the Peregrine were surprised to find themselves face-to-face with a squadron of flying saucers whose destructive power was beyond any weapon known to man short of atomic fury, typed the reporter as he finally began […]
As the Navy airship Peregrine sped through the night to reach the barren spot over the Pacific Ocean from which the hostile alien spacecraft were appearing, the civilized nations of the earth — now suddenly and warily united in the face a common threat — eagerly awaited any news of what the ship might find […]
The incident at Barker Air Force Base demonstrated once and for all the hostile intent of the strange alien visitors, continued the reporter’s account. And as the news quickly spread around the globe, similar reports began flooding in from the major cities of the world. Even the state news organs from behind the inscrutable Iron […]
The wire services soon picked up the story of the missing men, and it made the inside pages of several big metropolitan dailies, the reporter typed on his battered Remington. But since the event appeared to be an isolated incident, after two days the people quickly lost interest and returned to their box scores and […]
By the second Scotch, the reporter’s nerves had begun to settle. His typing began to fall back into the easy staccato rhythm of a veteran, punctuated ever more quickly by the ding! zzzip sound of another line’s end. The next morning, he typed, the local police found the two abandoned cars out by Kelley Swamp […]
The reporter lit another cigarette with his trembling hands as he stared at the blank sheet of paper he’d scrolled into his battered Remington. He pushed his fedora back to wipe the perspiration from his forehead and took a long drag on the cigarette before stabbing it out alongside the five others he had abandoned. […]