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What If and Other Stories
Ten stories rooted in the world of science fiction - What if Hitler had died of a childhood ailment? Can you really change your destiny? The horrors of more than half a century earlier revisited; childhood games across time and space; the girl who wasn't there; an affair that wasn't what it appeared to be; a cinema visit with a difference; strange beasts on an alien world; a cyclical life; the man in the moon bides his time.
The Queen In Red: Welcome To My Truth
Liam A. L
A Fan Fic based on The Red Queen from Lewis Carroll's 'Alice In Wonderland'; The Red Queen has forever had a reputation for being heartless, yet is that truly what she is? Does she not perhaps care for the people who have grown to loathe her?
That Danged Gizmo
E. Don Harpe
“DEY’S A TIME TO MAKE a stand, and dey’s a time to make tracks,” my daddy used to say. I didn’t understand what he meant, ‘cause I’d never had to do either, but the fact is, I’m a right smart gal. I took one look at the yard filled with them danged gizmos and just about hit the road like a scalded cat ------------- This is a work of collaboration by Eugen Bacon and E. Don Harpe.
That Danged Gizmo
“DEY’S A TIME TO MAKE a stand, and dey’s a time to make tracks,” my daddy used to say. I didn’t understand what he meant, ‘cause I’d never had to do either, but the fact is, I’m a right smart gal. I took one look at the yard filled with them danged gizmos and just about hit the road like a scalded cat. --------------------- This is a work of collaboration by Eugen Bacon and E. Don Harpe.
The Wandering Woman
The spray of the sea brushed his face like the soft caressing fingertips of a beautiful woman. His ship, the Red Shadow, was making good time as it cut through the sea’s waves, sending up small geysers of salty water. The open sea, a brilliant cascade of sparkling azure gems, lay before him and a healthy gust of wind was filling his sails.
When I saw that the Mammy was appearing in our town I wanted to go and see her. I was beginning to forget what a mammy was, but I knew that to have one was important to a boy. The teacher used to show us pictures of mammies in a book. She said mammies were always kind and rosy cheeked and held your hand. ‘A mammy is someone who belongs to you,’ the teacher said. All I remember is a smell.
David G Allen
A man in a suit interrupted the programme. ‘What happened to Noel Edmunds?’ I said. ‘Shhh!’ said Lulu. ‘I want to listen!’ I wanted to know what the banker had said. The man in the suit kept talking. ‘I swear they’re making it up,’ I said. Lulu didn’t answer. She just stared into space. ‘I can’t believe I’ll never see my dad again,’ she said. Not for the first time I feel guilty.
The Cover Story
Brindley Hallam Dennis
Apparently, this story was going to be 'disqualified with merit' from an Earlyworks Press competition...but that was too ridiculous...so they gave it Second Prize! It's on of the stories in Talking To Owls (Pewter Rose Press) and you can hear it read on Vimeo.
We Apologise for the Delay
Aliens on the Underground... London Transport would like to apologise for the delay on the Central line this morning. This is due to the discovery of a nest of… um… The message clicked uncertainly into hissing. The listening intensity of the passengers increased as they waited, but the driver did not continue. Ade closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable explanation. A couple of lanky adolescents in school blazers eyed each other and started giggling. ‘Nazis?’ said the redhead ‘Vipers?’ responded the blond, although they both knew what had been found. The train idled a few more feet into the tunnel.
Somebody for Everybody
How he had knocked, Francine could not guess. But here he was. Or at least here was his head. Floating in the hallway outside her apartment, as if it had wafted over on the aroma of Mrs. Singh’s stir fry. Here was the sun-kissed face from his Match.com profile. The broad forehead and faintly hooked nose. Somehow, though, it had seemed like the head would be attached to an equally rugged, sun-kissed body. Had it been presumptuous to assume, at the very least, a torso?