Jim Harmon: Stories

Let the dead past bury its dead? Not while I am alive, it won't!

You too can be a Qurono. All you need do is geoplanct. All you need know is when to stop!

There were two varieties of aliens--blue and bluer--but not as blue as the Earthmen!

The man worth while couldn't be allowed to smile. if he ever laughed at himself, the entire ship and crew were as good as dead!

Certainly I see things that aren't there and don't say what my voice says--but how can I prove that I don't have my health?

I admit it: I didn't know if I was coming or going--but I know that if I stuck to the old man, I was a comer. even if he was a goner!

Every lonely man tries to make friends. Manet just didn't know when to stop!

Naturally an undertaker will get the last word. But shouldn't he wait until his clients are dead?

You can measure everything these days--heat, light, gravity, reflexes, force-fields, star-drives. And now I know there even is a.

Anybody who shunned a Cure needed his head examined--assuming he had one left!