Author Archives: Daniel Malone

By all credible accounts, the history of Amaryllian influence upon the planet once called Earth is without dispute. Any expert will tell you this. They will cite statistics on deaths by hippopotamus maiming, and so forth. This being so, it is also without dispute that the long relationship between the Amaryllians and the planet onceContinue reading “The History Of Amaryllian Influence Upon The Planet Once Called Earth”

“Why on Earth would I want to eat this disgusting slop again?” Commander Bennett punctuated the question by slamming the frozen meal tray down onto the flight deck, just narrowly missing a bank of important input screens. He settled into the worn co-pilot chair and crossed his arms in a dramatic, low-blood-sugar kind of way.Continue reading “Food Relief”

The planet Cerebesh had never seen such celebrity. Nor, for that matter, had the sheltered world ever seen an alien. When the day finally came for first contact, new and fantastic heights were reached in both regards. And Cerebesh celebrated in joyous fashion. Slu Eru, Princess of the Cere and daughter to Emperor San-Besh II,Continue reading “Benbu Says Hello”

“Love, I think the record’s ended. Want to pick something else out?” The sound of his wife’s voice wafting in from the other room rouses Walter out of a sleepy daze. He’s lounged comfortably into the old leather club chair, nearly succumbing to a Sunday afternoon nap. It’s not a rare occurrence when he’s upContinue reading “Do You Remember Walter?”

Henrietta Ross returned from her late afternoon break with a handful of cookies and a frown. The sweets were unusual for her. The frown, etched into the deepening lines of her weary face, was anything but. Slumping into a creaky office chair that fit like an old baseball mitt, Henrietta set the cookies aside andContinue reading “Customer Service”

The lights flick on and my brain drops out. A numbness envelops and halts all but the most involuntary of bodily functions. This is going to be worse than I thought. The clock. Jesus, the clock. It makes not a sound, but I can sense the ticking, unforgiving in its digital perfection, like a slowContinue reading “Those Were Some Of The Reasons”