Six Sentence Sunday – Willow in the Desert (WIP)

     He was male in memory only now, the alien changes making him genderless.  He still wore clothing, though the stifling heat of the day and frigid cold of the night meant nothing to him at this late stage of the Becoming.  Tufts of sandy brown hair sprang in bereft bunches from his nearly bald elongated pate.  Where his nose had once existed, there now only remained a nub.  His mouth had taken on the pursed droopiness that was the beginning of a bloodsucking siphon.  A single dagger fang erupting from his upper gum peeked out from time to time as he spoke.  

First Four Friday – Lilith

Chapter 12

            Alex returned to the funeral home at the agreed time.  By then she felt drained.  Her legs were barely capable of holding her up.  She’d spent most of the afternoon parked by the waterfront, crying until she was exhausted. 

Available from New Concepts Publishing May 11

My Five Fave Sci-Fi Novels

I, Robot by Isaac Asimov

If you want to know why Asimov is revered, you only need to read this book.  Astounding.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Often mistaken as a horror novel, the tale of a scientist maddened by his pursuit to create life is pure sci-fi gold.

Dune by Frank Herbert

The son of a betrayed and murdered duke is given up for dead on a treacherous desert planet.   Plots worthy of a treacherous royal court, enemies at every turn, folding space, and riding sand worms.  An amazing epic.

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

A chilling look at future Earth where women are rated by their ability to produce offspring.  I’ve never quite gotten over this one.  It gives me nightmares.

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams

In a word:  brilliant.  The hilarity just goes on and on in this mad space adventure.  Depressed robots,  the Ultimate Question of Life, and incredibly bad poetry … but as the guide says, Don’t Panic.

Six Sentence Sunday – Lilith

Colwyn led her towards a garage behind the funeral home where three hearses lined up, gleaming grills pointed outward.  “If Lilith is behind this death, I'd think she's being rather sloppy.  Is it always this easy to find her out?” he asked.

            Alex had to trot to keep up with his long stride.  “No, it's not.  Last time, which was during World War II, the Segreto figured she must be back what with the bloodshed and all going on, but no one could pinpoint her exact location.”

Releasing May 11

First Five Friday – The Willow and the Stone

Chapter 12

            Four weeks after Carli was dragged to the plantation as a pitiful invalid, a remarkable change had occurred.  Dawn had made her a project, vowing to make her the kick-butt woman she insisted lived within Carli’s soul.

Dawn volunteered them both for progressively harder work as the blonde regained her strength.  Occasionally Carli rebelled when her sore muscles demanded a break or when her dependent nature manifested itself.  If she became stubborn, Dawn refused to allow her to back down and alternated between cajoling and bullying until she got her way. 

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Just Pure Silliness: Ancient Aliens

You know I’m a geek.  So I’ll own up to absolutely loving the television show ‘Ancient Aliens’ (airing on History 2).  It has spurred more than one creative idea when it comes to my sci-fi writing.  I often think some of the arguments it makes for our planet being visited by extraterrestrials in the distant past are not too far out there.

But sometimes the proponents are just a little too eager to blame everything on out-of-this-world visitations.  And what the heck is up with Giorgio A. Tsoukalos’ hair (besides his hair)?  With this in mind, I submit the following images I found on the Internet that made me chuckle:  

Six Sentence Sunday - The Willow and the Stone

            Elijah returned to consciousness by degrees.  The first thing he noticed before opening his eyes was the pain.  It pulsed from his jaw throughout the rest of his head in sickening waves.

            His eyes flew open as something wet and cold pressed against his jaw.  Startled, he tried to sit up.  A gentle hand pushed against his chest.

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