Tag Archives: science fiction fantasy short story

Excerpts from Crackpot Magazine

Posted on September 3, 2012 by

Crackpot:  Mysterious Abyssal Voice . . . can I call you M.A.V.? You know, like short for Maverick? M.A.V.:  Certainly. Crackpot:  Mav, many notables throughout history have heard you, but only recently have you come to the public’s attention. I suppose, the most important question … Continue reading →

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The iPad and iPhone Interrogate a Dreamer

Posted on June 4, 2012 by

Got his arms, iPad? Yeah. Got his legs, iPhone? Lash him to the bed with the USB. It’s in the black bag. Let’s rob this fool. No, iPad. Calm down. We’re inside this man’s dream. Understand? We would just be … Continue reading →

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Adventures in Audiobook Production

Posted on March 30, 2012 by

It began with a daydream while working at my cubicle, listening to an audiobook: “Hey!” I thought. “I can do this stuff. I can make my own audiobook! from some of my best short stories. I can sell it through … Continue reading →

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Commercial Dreamtime Testing

Posted on December 10, 2011 by

ALEXANDER HAMBONE LAY STRAPPED to the steel hospital gurney while a doctor in a white lab coat hovered over him, clenching his clipboard. “Now, Mr. Hambone, it’s imperative you understand that in order to collect the full payment for this … Continue reading →

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Talent Police

Posted on June 17, 2011 by

“DEAR DIARY, Installing you on my computer is the best decision I’ve ever made. You’ve lived up to every claim made on your packaging. I highly doubt you’ll insubordinate or grow the hangnail-personalities that plagued past diaries.

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The Magic-Fiver

Posted on May 25, 2011 by

AT AGE SIX I didn’t grasp the significance of Grandpa Fleming being a widower and of his living alone on fixed income in a one-bedroom apartment, however, I still somehow came to sense the importance of his magic-fiver.

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