Science Fiction Stories

This is just a (very) short story, nothing more. It was not written to offend anyone's sensibilities, or their religion, culture, or personal beliefs. It's just for fun.

How does the weakest, least deadly, less intelligent, with the worst scientists, that cannot agree on anything, survive, and thrive in the Galaxy?

After America is destroyed by wildfire and disease, a man named Kalen holds up inside a bunker. It's been months since he'd heard any sign of life, but a broadcast he heard could change everything.

Here is a modern tale of an inner-directed sorcerer and an outer-directed sorcerer's apprentice.

This world was a setup for any man who wanted to get along--provided one had enough victims to toss to the wolves!

"I could change, you see, and take things as all sorts of odd characters. If I was spotted and followed, I'd try to duck in an alley or a doorway and change again. The clothes are extra. Sometimes I could hide clothes in a lot. Most of the time, though, I'd have to change into something new. A bird, a cat. Then I'd carry what I had stolen in my beak or around my neck. Once I copped an umbrella and changed into a big dog and went off with it in my mouth."

Why bother building a time machine when there's something much easier to find right in your own kitchen?

Shadows haunted the dying alleys. Madness stalked the wide streets. And what lay at the city's heart?

The Empire of Toromon had finally declared war. The attacks on its planes had been nothing compared to the final insult-the kidnapping of the Crown Prince. The enemy must be dealt with, and when they were, Toromon would be able to get back on its economic feet.

To get the break of his life, all Reuben had to do was turn the death trap into a jackpot!