Here’s the key to unlock the secrets of my short story, “Santa Clause Is Leaving Our Planet.”
I encountered an angel in the wee hours of the morning in 1994. A very unlikely angel, but an angel nonetheless.
He laughed, and haunted echoes filled the room. Death dripped from his words. “You’ve got it wrong, my dear. I am many. I multiply and infest this world with fear.”
Daniel discovers the true source of Christmas cheer even in the midst of horrible circumstances.
Short Story: Daniel and Jill explore the first stable wormhole. What they discover changes their lives.
Captain Jane Bower of the Starship Arizona attempts to rescue a ship trapped on the edge of a black hole’s event horizon. She discovers that black holes are more personal than she had realized.
I told headquarters their idea proved they had developed a case of monkey madness. Never give a monkey a man’s job. But did they listen? No. They trained and installed monkeys through the whole fleet. And now I’m sitting up in bed, a monkey holding a ray gun to my head.
Timmy tugged on his dad’s trousers. “Dad, my teacher said gas is bad for the Earth. Is it?”