Lipstick & WD-40

Sandi strolled out of the motel room wearing her tight spandex pants, high-heeled shoes and a simple peasant blouse. She had just turned another trick and she wanted to vomit. This was not a reaction to just the one trick, but the life she had been leading these past several months. Being part of her Aunt Meg’s “stable” in exchange for a few bucks and a place to stay just wasn’t cutting it. As Sa… read the rest here


In the vast expanse of Llycete Spaceport’s docking yard on this below-freezing winter morning, the Mraclys, a small ship badly in need of a paint job, stood apart the other ships, mostly because it was so ugly. Green on top, orange on the bottom, with brown patches everywhere, it looked a lot like a green & orange spotted heerbjablig, a rare and endangered species in the jungles of Llycete. The h… read the rest here

The Leaky Weekly

The Leaky Weekly’s motto used to be: “It’s Not Just A Newspaper, It’s A Piece Of Us.” This was quickly perverted the locals into: “It’s not just a newspaper, it’s a piece of ass.” So the motto was changed to: “It’s Not Just A Newspaper, It’s A Family Newsletter.” And that’s what they put on the outside of the Leaky Weekly building. Of course, it was not long before someone scratched out the word “… read the rest here

A Day at the Fair

I pulled into Angel’s Camp around noon. I was supposed to be meeting my brother Don and his wife Diane there … somewhere. We hadn’t actually decided on a meeting place. That would have been too easy. I drove south on the main street through town (probably Main Street, though I’m not quite sure). Parked along either side of the street were at least a hundred motorcycles, mostly Harleys, hovered… read the rest here

Murder, or Just an Honest Mistake?

[The following story is rated PG. You figure it out.] Madison Ripley Smith was sitting at his desk with his feet propped up when she walked in. Long legs, hourglass shape, luxurious jet-black hair, and matching jet-black eyes. “What’s with the black eyes,” Smith asked. “Oh! Is my mascara running again?” And she dabbed at the black splotches. Then the phone rang. After the third ring, Smith… read the rest here

One of Those Nights

It was late. Claude couldn’t sleep. He decided to walk to the corner liquor store for munchies and beer. As he entered the store, he noticed a girl at the phone-booth the door. She smiled a curious smile and Claude smiled back uncertainly, then proceeded into the store. Grabbing the things he needed, he brought them up to the man behind the counter. Out of the corner of his eye, Claude noticed t… read the rest here

Dinko Goes Shopping

There once was a cat named Dinko who loved food more than anything else in the world. Of course, when you’re a cat, food is probably the single most important thing in the world; so none of this should come as any great shock. Sure, being cuddled and petted and sitting on the laps of his owners was pretty neat. But for Dinko, food was the thing. It was more important than petting. More important… read the rest here

Remmy Gets Gas

[July ]BillRemmy pulled into the gas station and jumped out of his pickup. He went to the rear of the truck, checked his reflection in the camper shell window, smiled, and slid the gas nozzle into the tank. He left the pump on automatic and wandered over to a soda machine sitting next to the cashier’s booth. He calmly, coolly slid a few coins into the coin slot and pressed his selection. Nothi… read the rest here

So Much for Sacrificial Rites

[February ] The High Priest announced, “We must sacrifice a human life tonight.” The crowd of Mibuku natives milling around the fire immediately tensed and fell silent. Suddenly, the High Priest pointed his holy finger at a lowly servant fanning the Queen. The servant shrieked. Royal guards descended their place upon the sacrificial platform, seized the servant and dropped him indelicately upon t… read the rest here

Lunch at Jack-In-The-Box

Driving around town the other day, I somehow ended up in Hollywood. I don’t get to Hollywood much anymore and don’t usually find myself missing it. But it was a beautiful day. And seeing all the quaint shops – each striving for uniqueness – and the many people on the street – each striving for a unique sameness – I wondered why I ever left. On this day, Hollywood truly seemed like the place to be… read the rest here

Aliens Spoke to Me

I just started driving. I don’t know why. Boredom, I guess. I left my house around noon. I’d had enough of watching football on t.v. and just felt like getting out. When I hopped into my truck I had no idea where I might go. East, I thought. To the desert, maybe. “See the desert,” I said to myself. To the desert I went. the Westside of L.A., I traveled east into the Mojave Desert. Once past the… read the rest here

Devastating Earthquake Rocks Southland

A powerful earthquake measuring 8.3 on the Richter Scale brought Southern California to its knees just before dawn yesterday. Hundreds of buildings in the greater Los Angeles area were completely destroyed, dozens more rendered uninhabitable. L.A.’s newly-completed MetroRail subway system collapsed in on itself. Virtually every freeway overpass has either collapsed or been made impassable. Electri… read the rest here

Kangaroos Attacked Me

Greg* – [* not really]There I was in Long Beach, California, having lunch down along the docks like I always do. It was a cool Autumn day, early November. I was watching the ships roll in… then I’d watch ’em roll away again. Whoa-wo sittin’ on the dock of the bay… Sorry. I can’t get that song out of my head. Anyway, I remember noticing several large wooden crates being unloaded a ship just a… read the rest here


, It was a warm, humid night, as are most nights of August in Bay St. Louis, Mississippi. It was ten p.m. and, as I loaded my fishing gear into my truck and looked up at the full moon, I was getting anxious to fish. I started up the truck, drove about three miles, and turned down a dark dirt road that dead-ended. I had to drive kind of slow as some of the roads in Bay St. Louis weren’t the best, p… read the rest here

The Slow Leak

It was a gorgeous Sunday near the end of September and I needed some exercise. Exercise, just for the sake of exercise was probably best done running on the treadmill at the athletic club. But on a day like that, just exercise wasn’t enough. I would take a bike ride on the American River Bike trail. Checking on my bike, hung up in the garage, I noticed that the tires were a little low on air. Thi… read the rest here

The Admired Car

"Beep, beep, blink, blink!” How the car, George wished she could honk her horn and flash her lights. A car with a name? Yes, she knew her name was George because she heard one of her creators say it, “George, she’s a beauty.”It was a Sunday afternoon in the spring of 1925. Cars had been around for more than a quarter century. They came in any color you wanted, as long as you wanted black. Ye… read the rest here

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