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Assman Comeuppance: Part of the Larryville Opera of Awkward Indulgence

Laying on his stomach in a peculiar arrangement that had not been seen at the Larryville Memorial Hospital in recent memory, Joe Bob handled the meaty mounds of flesh that had once comprised his ass. They made a slightly humorous clap-clopping sound as he slapped the separated buttocks together like a pair of fleshy cymbals.

He was distressed at their softness.

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Storytime at the Crash.

Tang slept late on the cloud room floor.

When he awoke, he didn't know where he was.

His cloud must have gotten blown off course in the night.

Tang dropped his anchor. He dropped his ladder. He climbed down to investigate.

Tang stepped down onto the top of a very high mountain.

Nearby, on the top of the very high mountain, sat a small man in a cave.

Tang waved to the man. "Excuse me," He began "Can you tell me where I am?"

The man did not look at Tang, but held up one hand. The man said "Yes."

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88: Part of the Larryville Opera of Awkward Indulgence.


It’s a story about parallels, about symmetry, as the name implies.

Jack Loenman develops a working quantum computer, QC. Starts running Deep Simulations. Searching for the exact structure of the various space-time scales. The nature of these investigations have the unknown-to-him-as-yet-capacity for changing reality. He turns a teacup into a gold brick. That sort of thing.

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Borderline Vigilance: Part of the Larryville Opera of Awkward Indulgence.

Jack Simmons hits the breaks, narrowly avoiding a pileup with the wayward sports truck that was so anxious about leaving the library parking lot just off of 7th and Vermont.

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Aang can stay ASIAN and still SAVE THE WORLD

Viacom uses copyright to censor racism protest

Madeline sez, "To protest the casting of white actors in Asian and Inuit roles for the live-action production of 'The Last Airbender,' (based on the animated series 'Avatar: The Last Airbender,' which features primarily Asian iconography, calligraphy, and fight choreography), fan Glockgal began making t-shirts that read 'This is not a tan' and "Aang can stay Asian and still save the world.' Viacom, one of the companies which owns a license for the series, has ordered to take down her storefront.

Bad news... I'm probably going to have to check out for a while...

Greetings, folks.

It looks like my wife's cancer could be terminal. I don't know what's going to happen next.

What I do know is that I can't write if I'm upset or depressed, so I might not be posting for... I dunno.

I've really enjoyed being a part of the community here, it's definitely helped my writing, and it's nice to be among like-minded people.

I hope nothing like this ever happens to you. Take care.

Kevin L. Corridon

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The Art of Penguin Science Fiction

The Art of Penguin SF is a beautiful thumbnail gallery of the covers of every (?) science fiction novel published by Penguin UK, starting with the 1935 edition of Butler's Erewhon. I grew up on these, and just seeing them there makes me want to tile my bathroom with them.

La voyage dans la Lune, Chapter 2

(Part 4 of ?)

This was wrong. He couldn’t feel otherwise.

He knew enough about local customs to understand that this activity fell plainly in the category of ‘Angering the Gods’. Lu… water spirits… sickness. Now this. Where did the villagers draw their water? How can we analyze it? Hmm… enormous American tourist starts asking difficult questions…

Brilliant! He could hear Fiona now. And then I suppose you’ll be telling them you’re a superhero! No, she wouldn’t call that keeping a low profile. He resumed his watch.

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Gaggleplexy. This is the new term that Doc is using to describe the state he is in. He sits there, legs crossed, eyes crossed, testicles crossed. He is urgently grunting in extreme pain. We do not raise an arm to assist him. We can't, physically - we're goofed out and thinking this is the funniest thing we've ever been too paralyzed with mirth to do anything about.

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The Truthsayer's Apprentice

I recently read the Tor book "The Truthsayer's Apprentice" by fellow Oort-Cloud member Deborah Teramis Christian, and it was great (and I'm very picky).

Things in particular that I like:

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