Saturday, December 9, 2017

Serial Story Blog - 200,000 Readers and Still Growing!

This morning I want to extend a special thanks to all of you for stopping in each week to read my Serial Story Blog. 
The Views hit over 200,000 this week. 
What a gratifying experience for an author. 

Today I am posting Yaltzee Shift! 
you will enjoy this one. 

Yaltzee was a minor character I left in a very dire situation in 
Book 3 of the Shifting Books in the Twin Cities Series. 
I didn't feel right about leaving him there, so I wrote this story. 
At first it will seem like I just moved him into a worse situation, 
but believe me, it does get better. 
I love happy endings.

I also wanted to give you a heads-up for next week. 
I will be doing my Annual Holiday Blog Post. 
Last year it was with Farloft, my dragon muse. 
This year it will be with Scar and his family.

Happy Reading and Thank you, again for dropping by and 
making my Holiday Season Special 
by supporting me in my writing endeavors.

Art by Eleizabeth Babicz

Saturday, December 2, 2017

A Fantasy Short Story - Fur and Frost - A Dragon Love Story

This week I will continue with my posting of short stories for the Holiday season.
These are fun because you can have them emailed to yourself and
download them to read
while standing in those long lines at the department stores.

This story has also appeared here on this blog in serial form previously. 
By downloading it in its entirety, you join the many followers on my Monthly Newsletter. 
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If you enjoy this story, you might consider picking up a copy of
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Saturday, November 25, 2017

A Sci-fi Short Story - Body Bags and Other Dark Places

As I said last week, this Saturday and all the Saturdays through December 
I will be posting a short story here for your reading pleasure. 

If you are a regular reader of my blog, you might have already seen some of these. 
However, now they are all in one document and you can actually have then sent to you. 

The one this week is a Sci-fi with a kick ass gal who can't seem to stay out of trouble. 
In the coming weeks there will be a fantasy, a paranormal and some great 
Christmas stories starring my many characters.

This little (reposting) break will give me time to prepare a Awesome
 Fantasy Serial Story for you starting January 6th

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Saturday, November 18, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Twenty-Six

Stone leaned over Ky. He was going to have to remove the stitches. Normally, the stitches would just be left to dissolve, but the kid was healing so fast that they were going to get trapped. It would be better to remove them. He reached for the forceps and scissors on the tray.

“How is he?” Riley asked from his place in the chair by Ky’s bed. The man hadn’t left the kid's side since they returned from the mission.

“He’s doing fine.” Stone clipped the first stitch.

“Then why doesn’t he wake up?”

Saturday, November 11, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Twenty-Five

Younce didn’t hear Ky sail in behind him. He just felt the roof lurch when the huge dragon landed.

“Come on,” Ky ordered.

The sniper turned to find himself face to face with an incredibly intimidating red and black dragon. It towered over him. It must have been fifteen feet tall and in spite of the voice being several octaves lower, he could tell it was Ky.

“Damn! That is impressive Ky. And you can talk.”

“Yes, but there isn’t time for it now. We need to get the rest of the guys out. Can you keep your seat and shoot from by back?” Ky asked.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Twenty-Four

It was a long plane ride. Luckily, Mallory had gone ahead of the group so once the team was aboard, Ky could change back to his human form and relax until they landed. Mostly, everyone slept. Riley told him there was no telling when they would get a chance to again.

Ky was both excited and frightened. He and Riley talked a lot about what was expected of him and what he might be requested to do. They were depending on him for his heightened senses. They hoped he could warn them of danger as they infiltrated the building and moved up to the third floor where Slattery was being held.

Riley wanted him to wear a K-9 flak vest, but Ky explained he didn’t have control over it and if he wanted to change into something larger, then it would slow him down. It might even constrict him. The man argued that he didn’t want him going in unprotected. Eventually, after a demonstration of Ky’s struggling to shift in the vest and eventually ripping it to shreds as he morphed into a Morlock Demon (who Ky told him could smell better than a K-9), Riley gave in.

Saturday, October 28, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Twenty-Three

Prus meet them in the parking lot. He was just getting out of his car. “What’s up?”

“I have no idea,” Riley answered. “Just an Urgent text.”

“Me too.” Prus nodded at Ky. “Did you have a good time on your field trip?”

Ky shouldered his backpack with what remained of the goodies Riley bought him. “Yeah, Mary’s nice. Charlie’s at the grabbing stage.” He ran a hand through his hair.

Saturday, October 21, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Twenty-Two

Mary reached in through the back window to scratch Ky’s ear. “You be a good boy and take care of Thomas for me.”

Ky thumped his tail against the seat back. The last four days had been great. Mary really warmed up to him. She even put Charlie down on the floor for him to play with yesterday. They played a bit, but mostly the baby tore out fists full of his fur and then napped with Ky lying beside him.

Mary moved forward to give Riley a smooch through the driver’s window, then leaned Charlie down for a kiss good-bye. “Keep in touch.”

Saturday, October 14, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Twenty-one

The next morning, Ky went charging past Riley, and down the stairs, the minute he opened the guest room door.

The man cursed under his breath and hurried to catch up. This was all he needed, for Mary to see a wolf running through the house, totally out of control. He heard Mary yelp in surprise from the kitchen before his feet hit the bottom landing.

What was the kid thinking?

He rounded the corner into the dining room to find Ky sitting at the door of the kitchen to the backyard. Mary was standing with her back to the stove and a pancake turner in her hand as if she was thinking of defending herself.

Saturday, October 7, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Twenty

Riley chopped up the round steak and put it on the platter, then placed the platter on the floor. Mary was waiting dinner at the table for him. Charlie had been put to bed an hour ago. The man knew the kid would be starving after holding his form all evening, but Ky didn’t move toward the food. When Riley raised an eyebrow at him, Ky looked from the food to Mary – who was watching carefully – and back to the food.

Ky was thinking ahead. Let Mary know he was not going to do anything until ordered. All evening he had sat in the spot by the recliner. Mary parked her and Charlie on the far end of the couch and though Ky could tell by the smell of the chair that it was Riley’s normal seat, the man had set down by Mary to comfort her.

Riley finally caught on. “Okay,” he intoned. “Eat up.”

Ky dug in and Riley joined his wife at the table. He placed a reassuring hand on Mary’s.

“See, he wouldn’t even eat until I gave him permission.”

Sunday, October 1, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Nineteen

Dear Readers:

I apologize for being a day late posting this week. If you follow me on Twitter, Facebook or Goggle+, you will know that I signed a 5 year agreement with CB Productions to make my books in The Farloft Chronicles into a movie. CBP has been keeping me jumping with conference calls and writing draft Pitch Bibles and Step Outlines. You can keep track of our project on any of my social media platforms or by following the developments on CBP's website.

However, I will not forget my readers here. Hope you enjoy this next installment of When Worlds Collide.


The rest stop was built next to a river with a paved path running beside it for stretching your legs.

The two walked side by side. They were far enough away from any other travelers that they could speak freely.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Eighteen

Riley had no illusions that Ky slept for the next hour and twenty minutes. He had never seen the cat before, but he could almost hear the gears grinding in its head. Its sides rheumatically pumped up and down and it had a purr so loud he could hear it over the hum of the a/c.

“Okay… Wakie, wakie,” he called as he pulled off the road into the parking lot of the ‘Pie in the Sky’ restaurant.

He was right. The kid hadn’t been asleep. No cat ever woke up that fast. No leisurely stretching or yawning. One minute the kid was a cat and the next he was sitting in his jeans and sweatshirt beside Riley.

“Let’s go get some lunch. I’m starved.” Riley hopped out and the kid followed him.

Monday, September 18, 2017

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Saturday, September 16, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Seventeen

Things got better for Ky. Time spent with the Professor dwindled, which was fine with him. Weeks progressed into months as he was given more and more freedom of movement and better living conditions. He was moved into the barracks area where Riley and the rest of his team lived when they were on site for their shifts. His door was locked, but only at night. He was allowed to roam the base and even go outside. For outside privileges, he was required to be accompanied by Riley, or one of the other members of the group who originally captured him. They all came and went depending on their duties. When they were around they spent time with Ky and he began to think of them as friends.

Younce was not only a great shot, but he was also good at hand-to-hand combat. When he found out Ky could turn into something resembling Durga, the Hindu Warrior Goddess, he reveled in regularly trying his combat skills on the ten armed warrior. The man was tall and muscled and Ky, though he could change into the warrior, he was not trained in any way. Younce started to show him how to survive in a fight. After several months of hand-to-hand combat training with the sharp shooter, he knew they would never put that collar on him again.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

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Saturday, September 9, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Sixteen

Riley had pushed the control on the glass between him and Ky to make it opaque before the kid had a chance to see him. He wanted the opportunity to see Ky before he entered the room.

He was shocked by the state of the cell. There was blood and what looked like huge claw marks, down the concrete walls. The ceiling fixture was hanging by a cord. There were cracks in the ceiling as well as the walls. The table and chair, even though they were metal, lay in twisted pieces against one wall, along with what looked like the frame for the bunk.

Ky lay in a fetal position on the remains of the shredded mattress on the floor, his back toward the glass. He couldn’t see his arm, but there was a bandage that completely encircled his torso from armpit to waist and went up over one shoulder.

Saturday, September 2, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Fifteen

“I can’t do it here,” Ky repeated himself. He was restless all night and came up with this idea. If they wanted to see a dragon, they had to take him outside. After the brief glimpse he got on the way to his current prison cell, he found himself almost claustrophobic underground. Being able to shift helped some, but he needed to have fresh air and sunlight. He made the decision not to give in no matter what.

“Can’t you imagine a smaller dragon?” Riley asked.

Ky was using the excuse that his dragon-self was too big for the cell.

Saturday, August 26, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Fourteen

Nat and Riley stood on the other side of the glass that overlooked the cell where Ky was eating his lunch.

“I think you should deactivate the collar from here,” the Professor advised. “We have no idea whether what he says he can do is true or not, but in any case, if he is telling the truth do you really want to be in there with whatever he chooses to morph into?”

“It’s important to establish trust, Doc.”

Riley looked at the boy in the cell. He couldn’t be more than sixteen or seventeen. He hadn’t even started to grow facial hair. The last few nights the K-9 officer had laid awake at his wife’s side and tried to put himself in the kid’s place. The boy was not a whimp, and he certainly didn’t want to underestimate him in any way, but he also felt, as he told the General, Ky was good at heart.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Thirteen

Riley strapped Ky in and started to slip headphones on the young man. Ky leaned away looking skeptically at him. “It’s okay. This is a military helicopter. It will be a noisy ride.”

Ky relaxed a bit more and let Riley slip the devices over his ears.

“See... better,” Riley assured him through the com.

His unexpected voice through the system made the shifter almost jump out of his skin.

“Relax,” Riley soothed. He hadn’t thought of all the things they would come in contact with that might frighten or upset Ky. The trainer inwardly chastised himself for not preparing the boy better. But what did he know. He was a K-9 trainer that had been pushed into bonding with, and training, a kid who just happened to turn into a wolf. As far as he could see, that was the sole reason he was pushed into this assignment.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Twelve

Ky sat on the edge of the bunk in his cell. A week… He had been a captive for seven full days. He knew because the phone Riley gave him, the second day, had a calendar app. He turned the phone over and over in his hand. If only he could call Gaulop and tell them he was alright. A prisoner, but alright.

His friend would have looked for him. Gunter was a good boss. He would have given Gaulop time off to see if he could find Ky. The Satyr probably started by checking the hostel and found out he hadn’t been there for days. His next stop would be to speak to their other friends. When he found no leads there, he would drop by Cody’s food cart and Red’s pub to see if they had seen him. When he came up empty handed over and over for days they all would assume the worse. There were a lot of things that could get you killed, or kill you, in The Realms. Gaulop would be sad, but it was a fact. He might even venture through the gate into Nayenezghani’s world, but as soon as he heard Jak’s pack howl, the Satyr would galloped back home.

Saturday, August 5, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Eleven

“Good morning. I hope you slept well,” Nat said as he entered the room with Riley.

Ky started to rub his neck as he rose from sitting on the edge of the bed, but the collar got in the way.

As promised, Riley had a platter with two large steaks, a baked potato and broccoli on it. He slipped it in through the slot at the side of the cell and onto the table sitting on the other side.

Ky practically fell on the feast. He was tempted to just pick up the steaks with his bare hands and rip at them - he was that hungry - but he kept control and went at them with the knife and fork the Professor provided. He didn’t want them to think he was uncivilized and treat him more like an animal and less like a mere prisoner.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Ten

Ky woke up in a cell with a collar around his neck and one hell of a headache.

There was water, a pitcher and a glass, and a bowl of something that smelled like chicken soup on the table at his bedside. Professor Nathaniel Clayborne, the man Ky stopped from killing Nila, and another man in uniform, were sitting in chairs outside the cell as though they had been waiting for him to awaken.

“Go slow,” Nat cautioned. “You have been sedated for three days. We just gave you something to bring you around. We fed you intravenously and kept you hydrated, but your stomach won’t be able to take much, hence the chicken soup.” Nat smiled and nodded toward the table as if it was normal to offer soup to someone you had darted, dragged away from their home and thrown into a cell.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Nine

“Clayborne,” he said as soon as he thought they were within hearing range.

“Ky, it is good to see you again,” the Professor said and started to move toward him.

The man next to Clayborne put out a restraining hand to stop him. The Professor accepted the physical order and remained where he was. Ky stopped too.

The two men on the left, the The-Tracker who spotted him, and another shorter dark haired man with a mustache, stayed where they were. The Tall-man with the tranquilizer gun was still sitting concealed behind the bushes to the right with his rifle trained on Ky. The leader made his way slowly back to the rest of his men, his hand resting on the gun at his hip. He moved like a cat, light on his feet, even though he was the largest of the group and the oldest. He was wary, as if he thought he might scare Ky away with his movement.

Friday, July 21, 2017

Threat of the Fire Demon

My apologies if you have been reading "Threat of the Fire Demon."

I pulled it off , buffed it up, and now it is "Shifting for Better or Worse," soon available on all purchasing platforms for presale until September 30th for $1.50.

I will put the links up as soon as they are live.

Available today on Amazon , Smashwords , Kobo , iBook , and  Barnes & Noble.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Eight

Ky heard the mournful cry of Vita and the three yearling black wolves as soon as he entered the gate. He answered and followed their howling. They all converged in the meadow. The young blacks huddled around him, rubbing and nuzzling him for the sense of comfort and security his older wolf-self gave them.

Their minds were full of random images. Men in black with weapons. Small arrows and both Jak and Nila being tied and muzzled.

Ky broke away from the youngsters and went to Vita. She was older and was distraught, but calmer. Her mind was torn between the desire to keep tracking Jak and Nila or to return to the den and Nila’s pups. Ky learned from her which direction the men took the alpha pair. He was not surprised to find it was toward the professor’s gate. He licked Vita’s muzzle and whined to tell her he would take care of tracking them. She should take the three blacks and go back to the den.

Saturday, July 8, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Seven

Ky was restless the remainder of the week. He couldn’t decide what to do about the incident in Nayenezghani’s region. The god didn’t just show up when you called him. Reporting it to the natives in the area did not seem the right action and reporting it to Raven was definitely the wrong thing to do. So, Ky did nothing but worry.

He lie in bed at the hostel and tried to reason it out. The man must have built the goggles and therefore, the obvious thought was he could build another set. If he built them again, what would the professor do? Come back to investigate further? Maybe the region would be lucky and a bear would eat him. Maybe he wouldn’t come back… They had the Laurel to thank for that. He might be too scared to try again.

By the time Ky reached the end of his work week the only real conclusion he had come to was that he was sure he needed to visit the Land of Nayenezghani to see if Professor Nathaniel Clayborne had returned to The Realms.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Six

Ky stumbled several feet into the room. When he turned around the only thing he saw was the professor and a blank wall. He pushed Nat to one side and started examining the wall. He knocked on it and then pounded. “Where is it? How do you access the gate from this side?” He turned with a frantic look to Nat. “It can’t be a one way gate, you came through it.”

“Please,” the professor reached out a hand to calm the young man, but he jerked away. “I just need some answers and then I will show you the way back.”

Ky almost growled, “Show me the gate?”

Nat took a deep breath. He removed the goggles and laid them on the workbench then settled onto a stool. “No. I need to know what I have stumbled into and you are going to tell me.” This was his chance to save his program, but even more importantly, it was a chance to be on the cutting edge of discovery, if he only knew what he had discovered.

Friday, June 23, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Five

Ky heard a bear roar followed closely by a panicked human scream of terror.

He sprung to his feet and dashed toward the sound, bounding over fallen trees and the fern beds below them. He leaped across a stream and came around a clump of blackberry bushes to find a man just barely hanging from a tree limb above the head of a highly disturbed bear.

The mother bear had obviously been grazing with her two cubs when the man must have stumbled on her. He was lucky he made it up the tree and even luckier that Ky showed up. The bear was pushing the tree, causing it to violently sway. It was on the verge of toppling.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Four

Nat came to the end of his ball of twine. He was at the edge of a forest, which obscured his view of what he thought might be the Pipe Stones. He sat down on a log and wished he had brought yet another ball of twine. This was the end of the second. He pulled the bottle of water out of his lab coat pocket and took a long draw. He would have to go back and be better prepared the next time. He had not seen any sighs of humans in the area. He did hear wolf calls earlier, but it seemed far away. He saw birds and at one point, thought he saw deer off in the distance, but his long-range vision was not very good. Next time he would also bring a pair of binoculars, or perhaps add that feature to the googles, after all, it was the second time he wished he had them.

He marveled at the vegetation around him. The forest was dense and looked very old even to his untrained eye. No one had ever logged this – perhaps never walked through it. He was starting to convince himself more and more that he had discovered some sort of parallel world. He would have taken samples of flora, but it all appeared so normal. He spotted oaks, pines, some birch and the undergrowth consisted of recognizable ferns, mosses and toadstools.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

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When Worlds Collide - Chapter Three

“No… No… Everything is fine, I just don’t need you today,” Nat said from the other end of the line. “There is just some fine tuning I need to do and you may as well take the day off. It’s such a nice day… Enjoy the sun.”

Chelsie was surprised he even noticed the sun was out. He never seemed to leave the lab these days.

“If you’re sure,” she said hesitantly on the other end of the phone. It wasn’t like the professor to let her slack for a day. His normal operational behavior was to ask her to stay overtime.

“I’m sure.”

Saturday, June 3, 2017

When Worlds Collide - Chapter Two

Ky finished planting the moonbeam vine and gently wove the stems through the trellis attached to the manor wall behind it. The vine would light up this whole area of the garden at night without bothering the resident vampire and the rest of his coven.

Gunter walked around the corner of the building. “Finished?”

“Just about,” Ky answered, as he put a twist tie on the last branch to hold it in place until it grew a bit more.

Gunter took off his hat and wiped his brow with his sleeve. The head gardener was a big man and it was a warm day. “Good, I want you and Gaulop to trim the hedge along the walk in the side garden. If you work quickly you can have it finished by quitting time.”

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

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Saturday, May 27, 2017

When World Collide - Chapter One

There exists a parallel world to ours, where creatures humans 'think' are mythical, magical, paranormal, and fantastical actually live. 
It is called 'The Realms.' 

This world is apart from our world. Throughout history beings from that world have come to ours through gates, to which only they know the location. 

Their visits are few and far between, and usually create havoc
or at least 
rumors, legends, and fairy tales. 

But what would happen if our worlds truly collided.
In the not too distant future it just might happen.

The serial story "When Worlds Collide" begins...

“If you don’t have something for me to show the Committee in ninety-days I pull your funding, Clayborne!” The general’s voice had risen to an angry level.

“You can’t pull my funding… I am so close,” Professor Clayborne countered.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

New Series Story and Sci-fi Bridge May Giveaway

There exists a parallel world to ours, where creatures humans 'think' are mythical, magical, paranormal, and fantastical actually live.
It is called 'The Realms.' 

This world is apart from our world. Throughout history beings from that world have come to ours through gates of which only they know the location. 

Their visits are few and far between, and usually create havoc
or at least
rumors, legends, and fairy tales. 

But what would happen if our worlds truly collided. 

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Saturday, May 13, 2017

To the Rescue!

A short story today for your enjoyment. Join Farloft and Darris as they rescue a little lost tyke.

To the Rescue!

Nakita sat on one side of the fence and the puppy romped around on the other side. The puppy was so cute it made the child’s heart sing. It was fluffy and white, with a patch of brown over one eye and ear. Nakita wanted to pick him up and cuddle him so very much. She had wanted a puppy of her very own, ever since the day she saw one in the window of the pet store in town. This puppy looked so much like that one.

She stuck her hand through the webbing of the chain-link fence and the little bundle of fur ran over to her and rubbed its head on her hand; just like it was her very own. This brought such a big smile to Nakita's face. When she giggled it licked her and whined with excitement. Its tale wagged so fast, it made its rump wiggle excitedly. Nakita could see it wanted to be with her as much as she wanted to be with it.

She tickled its soft ears. “Where did you come from?”

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Star Traveler Update - Academy Brats - 020.18

I went down the hall and found Travis in bed, his arm handcuffed to the frame. Damion was at his desk in his office which had a picture window overlooking his sickbay. He gave me a nod. He was obviously giving the two private-time together.

“How you feeling?” I asked Travis, as I came up to the opposite sided of the bed from Thomas. “You don’t look too worst for the wear.”

“Damion is a really exceptional doctor. A wizard with a bone fuser.” Travis complimented and moved his hoof, and formally broken leg, under the sheet. When he spied the doctor looking his direction, he raised a thumb’s up to the man behind the glass.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats - 020.17

Drake, Callen and I struggled to get the turret gun up on Ma-rye-a’s roof. I explained to the kids that the group holding Travis hostage were not going to be very patient. They knew as well as we did that the drone had passed over and that the Galactic Officials might arrive at any minute. They would be pressed to incite us to try a rescue. They wanted the pod as badly as we wanted to escape this nightmare.

I knew they would begin to torture Travis further once they saw us up here moving about. I intended to be prepared.

“Here,” I told the boys. “This will give me a good line-of-sight to the ground.”

They set it up on its tripod and I locked it down. I pressed my eye to the telescopic sight and zoomed in on Travis. He was in worse condition then my field glasses revealed. It was getting hot down there. I scanned the area around him, but saw no one. They must have all been up against the base of the cliff, beneath the slight overhang. I bit my lip and swung the gun up to look toward the cave dwellings.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats - 020.16

I sat alone on the roof scanning the plain below with my field glasses. I tapped the temple piece to zoom in tighter. Travis had been gone for six days, two over what he estimated.

He refused to take anything will him when he left. No supplies or any weapons that might have made hunting easier. He said he didn’t want to give his fellow prisoners anything they could turn on us if they chose to take it away from him.

Thomas didn’t want him to go and begged him to stay. There seemed to be some story beyond what I had been told – some reason to worry about a more dangerous threat.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

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Saturday, April 15, 2017

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats - 020.15

“I am sorry… Captain,” Ma-rye-a apologized in that stilted voice she had acquired since Callen brought her back online after the accident. “I can’t release them.” By ‘them’ she meant Sam, Cassie and Horus. “Have analyzed my systems… releasing would overload my programing… crash it again. Working at only fifty percent capacity as is… Without refitting station, or Daniel’s help… I am at the best Callen and Travis can manage.” 

By ‘Daniel’ she meant my IT Guru guy who had taken my talking ship and made it practically a human named Ma-rye-a.

Friday, April 7, 2017

Sorry to Disappoint

I hope you will forgive me for leaving you hanging this week.
I am off to Wencon - a Pop Culture Convention
Going to do a bit of smoozing and hopefully sell some books.
If you are in the area, drop by.

I promise a longer post next week to the serial story, Academy Brats!

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats - 020.14

Well, it would be thirty-seven days until we were rescued, if I could believe Travis. And, why wouldn’t I? He had been stuck on this rock for over twenty years. I figured I could depend on him to know when the low atmosphere drone would pass-over. That gave me thirty-seven days to prepare so that drone would not miss us. I wanted to get my passengers off this planet and to the academy.

If they were late, my contract stipulated I would burden the cost of tutors to get them brought up to speed. If they were so late they didn’t make it into the current term, then I would have to take them back home and make the trip again at my expense for the following term. In either case, I was out funds I had planned on using for other things. Luckily, I allowed for wiggle-room in my transport schedule. I thought the kids might like to arrive early and get settled in since living in a big city was not something any of them had experienced before.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats - 020.13

“Let’s make a pact.” Travis put one hoofed foot out and rose. He reached down and took the Scatter from Thomas. “You kids play nice while the Captain and I discuss our steps to get you all off this rock.”

I nodded toward my passengers. “Consider Thomas our guest.” I looked at Callen. “Why don’t you see what you can do about helping Ma-rye-a get Moby back online. We have more mouths to feed now.”

Travis motioned me into the bay and toward my pod. I looked down and noted his hooves were wrapped in small leather pouches. “That’s why I didn’t hear you coming,” I commented.

Sunday, March 19, 2017

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Saturday, March 18, 2017

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats - 020.12

Author's Note: Sometimes when you are doing a 'free write' as I do with this blog, just 'winging it' each Saturday, you might see something you want to change in order to make the story better and move it along. I changed one sentence in the previous post, but it made a world of difference to how this week's episode reads. Happy reading as...

The story continues...

Travis escorted me out to the ramp where I found the kids all sitting placidly across from Thomas as he held Tiff’s Scatter on them. Travis had asked me to carry the sandwiches and chips. Perhaps to keep my hands full or maybe because he was hungry. Kelexion’s were big creatures and known for their appetites.

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats - 020.11

“It’s gorgeous from up here,” Mims said.

We were all standing on the landing ramp of the pod bay looking out over the valley below. From up here, safely tucked away on our rock shelf, the golden valley rolled out before us dotted with oasis’ of green trees. We could see small herds of the grazing animals and the sky was a drift with the red birds sailing on the lower wind currents.

It was a beautiful sunny day with pristine white fluffy clouds salted throughout the sky. Some, we were even above, and they cast shadows across the plains below as they drifted to the west.

Off in the distance I could see the remains of an ancient civilization. It was a large ornate entryway carved into the cliff face on the opposite side of the valley. At one time, far earlier in its history, this planet must had housed a civilization which died away before it was chosen as a penal planet. That entryway might be where the criminals took shelter. I would pull out my binoculars later and have a closer look. Right now, I took a deep breath and thanked all the little miracles which had come together in order to get us this far safely.

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats - 020.10

“I hate to nag, but if you guys don’t put a move on, we are going to have uninvited company on the bridge very soon!”

All night long we’d been listening to the criminals digging below Ma-rye-a in an effort to get to the broken gun turret and into the ship. They were here now and prying at the make-shift plate Drake and I bolted across the opening. There was enough of a gap that we could hear their voices drift up as they strained and cursed. I could make out at least six distinctive possible intruders. Far more then I was willing to deal with the kids aboard. I wanted out of here.

Sam, with the aid of Callen’s hands, had been working all night to get the power back up. “Get the engines back up,” had become my manta over the last few hours. If we could just harness hovering power it would be enough, although full-out thrusters would be my preference. I really wanted to get the Hell Out!

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats - 020.9

I gave Callen some meds for his headache and applied a cranial patch to his temple in case it was a concussion which had taken him out the better part of the past two days. It was the best I could do considering I did not have the med eval system or Horus to confer with.

Callen was a good sport and once his headache started to subside he insisted on moving to the bridge to see if he could fix Ma-rye-a.

I sat down in my pilot’s chair after I rigged some dim lights so Callen could work. I was keeping an eye out the front viewport for the return of the criminal element we had a glimpse of earlier in the day. It was a little past midnight and the rest of the kids were on the bridge with Callen and me.

Tiff and Mims were sharing the co-pilot seat. Oh, to be young and slender again.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats - 020.8

“Ladies and gentleman, grab your weapons! Tiff go to your station. Mims and Drake report to the bridge!”

I ticked through the preparations I set up with the teens in my head. They were all armed. It turned out Mims was the most familiar and practiced with a weapon. She went target shooting with her father at the local course. It was a little father-daughter time they shared each week. I gave her my back-up blaster.

Tiff was not as knowledgeable so I gave her the Rafter Scatter I had onboard. It had a wide enough spread that if she aimed it in the general direction she would hit something. I assigned her the duty of watching over Callen during any crisis. That put her in a more confined area with only one way for them to get in to her, and her to point her weapon.

Drake was husky enough to handle the turret gun from the Maximum Jacket Driver. I unmounted it and affixed the optional tripod to the gun. This also got it out of the turret and the hands of the inmates of the planet, should they find that way into the ship. Drake could carry it to an area, set up and no one would be able to get past him.

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats - 020.7

Sorry for this chapter being late this week. Got a case of flu in the house and it is taking up a lot of my time. This chapter is short, but I promise more next week to make up for it.

Chapter 7

I flopped down in the chair next to Callen’s. I had removed his helmet and manually checked his vitals – they were all within acceptable limits, but he was still out.

“I can’t find anything wrong. We’re just going to keep an eye on him and wait for him to come around.”

“They’ll have a med-team when they send the rescue vessel,” Tiff said.

Okay, now this was going to be the hard part, as if having a comatose youngster wasn’t enough. I cleared my throat of the lump that had immediately jumped into it when she said rescue vessel. 

“There won’t be a rescue vessel coming soon.” That wasn’t a lie. 

I did hope the drones would report in their logs that a ship entered their airspace, maybe even report Ma-rye-a by name. Then a sharp attendant at LockDown Inc. would see the log entry in the billions that passed by on his monitor, would flag it, contact his superiors, who would then contact the Galactic Forces, who would in turn send a rescue ship.

Yeah… Right… In truth, the attendant on the monitor at LockDown Inc. was probably a bored, overweight watcher with a Rank Tussle comic in one hand and a Vudu pastry in the other, who could care less about the measly pay he received for keeping an eye on the screen. The notice would most likely scroll past before he even looked up from ogling Miss Monthly Universe.

“You sent out a Mayday, right?” Drake asked.

“I did, but I can’t confirm it was heard.” I felt they deserved the truth. I also felt the kids needed to know where they were so they would give their circumstances the proper respect. I didn’t want them getting curious about our situation and unlocking the bay door to go out and take a look around. We were safe at the moment. It would take a lot to break into Ma-rye-a. Drilling or cutting equipment I didn’t think they would have on a penal planet. “When Ma-rye-a left the Window, she landed in a red zone.”

“Like a penal planet – red zone?” I swear I saw Drake’s Adam’s apple take a leap.

“Yes, that’s the reason we crashed - the drones fired on us.”

Tiff huddled closer to Mims in the chair next to mine. Drake leaned over the back of it and placed a reassuring hand on Mims’ and Tiff’s shoulders. They were pulling together, which was good.

Mims put her arm around Tiff. “The drones will file a report.”

“Yes,” I assured them all. “They will and hopefully the attendant on the other end will see it and send a rescue ship.”

“Because, even if we get Ma-rye-a up enough to send a message, the drones will block it.” Drake was catching on.

“Yes, the drones are very effective in keeping communication and vessels from reaching or leaving a penal planet.” I confirmed. “When you go through the Valarian Mapping Academy they present a full day course on red zones. Nothing larger than the descent pod, the criminal is delivered to the planet in, is allowed through the red zone. My hope is we can get Ma-rye-a back online, but even if we do, there is no leaving the planet without a Galactic Forces escort.”

“So, we’re stuck here?” Tiff looked like she was going to cry.

I leaned over and put my hand on her knee. “We’re safe in here.” I stood up. “I think we all need a cup of something warm and maybe we can find some of Moby’s cookies in the galley.” I looked at the girls. “Can you see if you can rustle us up some? I want to stay here with Callen.”

Mims and Tiff rose immediately. They wanted something to do – something to occupy their minds and hands. They headed out the door leaving Drake behind.

“What happens if the guys out there find the cracked gun turret?” Drake had reported that the turret had a large torso sized boulder stuck through it.

“It looks like Ma-rye-a embedded herself pretty darn deep into the side of the foothills we hit. I am hoping no one can see the turret, and if they can’t see it, then they won’t try to dig to it as a means to get in.” I placed my hand on Drake’s shoulder. “Let’s just hope that LockDown Inc.’s attendant is monitoring his screen.”

“And not reading or pigging out on Pastel Pralines,” Drake said with a shrug.

“My thoughts exactly.”


I assigned each of the three kids a shift when they would watch over Callen. I still couldn’t see anything wrong with him. He just continued to sleep peacefully in his C-chair.

I worked on trying to get the gun turret door closed. It would have been easy enough for me to do if it had not been damaged in the belly slid Ma-rye-a did when we crashed. It was bent and it would not give. Unfortunately, there were no other hatches to close and lock between the turret and the bridge.

I kept looking out the two ports on the far side of the ship that were not obscured by the rocky cliff we appeared to be wedged up against. The window in my room looked out over an expansive plain. There was scrub brush, tall grasses and a few sparse trees. I could see at least three different grazing-type animals and had glimpses of some unusual birds with inordinately long tails and wide dual wing sets.

One small corner of the viewport on the left side of the ship was also clear. From there I could see the mountain range and the lower foothills we hit as it snaked out in front of us and to the left.

I surveyed the fire damage and started a methodical search though Ma-rye-a’s operations system hoping to find the reason she had gone rouge on me. It was a slow process, but I had nothing better to do. I had put the two kids who did not have the ‘Callen watch’ on inventorying the stores we had available. We were close to the end of our journey, so the pantry was not as full as I would have liked. If I had been by myself, I could have done fine for at least six months. I would have lost weight, but hey, I could always use a bit of trimming down. But, with the kids here I estimated we had maybe a month worth of stores – six weeks at the top.

“Captain, Callen is coming around,” Mims announced over the com.

“I’ll be right there.” I pulled myself out from under the main console on the bridge and closed the panel.

That’s when I heard the distinct sound of boots treading on the bulkheads of the bridge above my head.

Art by Sherry D. Ramsey for The Star Traveler Series by Theresa Snyder

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats .020.6

There was fire and smoke on the bridge. The kids were screaming into their com-links. My AI crew were uncharacteristically silent as we plummeted toward Penal Planet #PRA43-6.

“Shields UP! Maximum strength!” I hoped someone on my crew was listening because the ground was fast approaching and it looked hard and unforgiving.

The landscape speeding toward us was mostly barren with rocky outcrops jutting up like thick razors out of the ground. The folks that chose these planets did not necessarily care about how harsh the environment was – they were sending condemned criminals here for life. Criminals my young passengers would be exposed to unless I, and them, didn’t live through the crash.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Star Trader Updates - Academy Brats .020.5

“Captain…” Horus said softly.

I groaned as I turned over. How did parents do this? We were in week three and I had already added ten more ‘don’t do that rules’ to my passengers’ list. Between the arguments over Stellar Speedster, and every other game in the program selection, I needed to put a sound level ordinance (even though they all had headphones) and a curfew in place.

Surprising to me was that Tiff, the one I thought would be the problem child, was really the easiest to get along with and the most obedient. She had withdrawn from the gaming competitions and often set with her headphones on and a tablet linked to Cassie or Moby’s program.

But, the other three were driving me insane. I could hardly wait to get to the Window and one step closer to the delivery of my ‘cargo.’

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. It was 2:21 a.m. by the digital readout over the monitor in my bedroom.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Star Trader Updates - Academy Brats .020.4

I sat at the table in the galley tapping out an irritated rhythm on the side of my plate with my fork. Moby had called everyone to supper over fifteen minutes ago. I was still sitting at the table alone.

“Ma-rye-a, where are our guests?”

There was an inordinately long pause before she answered. “In the vid room, Captain. You should come join us.”

She didn’t seem distressed in any way. If anything, my ship sounded distracted, which should have raised all kinds of flags for me. Ma-rye-a was always duty bound. I headed for the vid room.

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats .020.3

“Captain?” Ma-rye-a softly announced herself, as she brought up my cabin room lights. “We have a problem.”

I am a light sleeper, so I was wide awake by the time she finished her sentence. I tossed back the covers and was slipping on my boots. “What?”

“Drake was violating Callen’s personal space,” Sam piped up. “I had to trank him.”

Oh boy, this was a great way to start the voyage – my security AI tranquilizing one of the passenger.

“Is Callen injured?” I asked, as I headed out the door to their cabin.

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Star Trader Update - Academy Brats .020.2

The parents departed about an hour ago. Everyone had a tour of the ship and were introduced to my crew. I was sure to point out the emergency supply cabinets, inset in the walls of each of the rooms, which contained helmets for everyone.

After I escorted the parents off the ship, I left the kids to settle into their quarters while I checked our time for departure. I told them I would meet them in the vid room in another thirty minutes. I ran the ship on Earth time just for my convenience and to keep my internal clock in sync. Their home planet day was only two hours longer so they shouldn’t experience too much lag.

I wanted to talk to them all together without the parents before we departed – lay some ground rules for the voyage.

“Per your instructions, our passengers are all gathered in the vid room,” Ma-rye-a informed me. “We have clearance to leave on your command.”

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