The itinerant storyteller was old and gray, but while they showed the wear of travel, is clothes were of good quality, and he carried a sword and bow that were much above the average in the village. Such was expected of a successful storyteller. So there was a huge fire that night in the center…
“Your body maintenance nanotech package has been infected by a virus,” said the laughing voice via my virtual reality streaming implant, as I gasped for breath and felt my consciousness slip away. (In a possibly ironic twist, the featured image was generated with AI.)
The moment Andrew laid eyes on Jake’s smiling face he knew that life in heaven would be hell for him, knowing that depraved sinner was there as well.
As Ferdinand looked at the calculated path of the approaching asteroid, he suddenly was convinced that “improbable” and “impossible” were truly not the same thing. (Featured image by Alexander Antropov from Pixabay, with help from clipart by (monsterbraingames on openclipart.org.)
I run my fingers over the incised lettering on the sign. At least I think it’s incised lettering. I think it’s a sign. It’s hard to tell if I really have fingers. It’s dark and it’s cold. At the last sign, I thought the number was a nine. If it was, I missed one mile…
“But I know nothing about dam construction!” The exclamation was somewhat exasperated. “Just look at it,” said Geoff. He pointed at the dam which was holding back a small lake in the narrow valley above. Below it, the land spread out fairly quickly into gently rolling farmland. The obvious issue was the land immediately below…
(This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between any person or place and the real world is strictly accidental. Copyright © 2019, Henry E. Neufeld.) Fifteen years and $250,000,000 later, Steven (never Steve) Porter got a sign. There was a great wind It was a stormy day, and as he was going to work,…
“I’m wondering if we’re going to do anything about International Women’s Day in our church,” said Dr. Maggie Williams. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of anything in the story to anything in real life is purely accidental. Copyright © 2019, Henry E. Neufeld “Of course,” said Pastor Bill Allen. “I’m planning a…
When humanity finally figured out a way to reach the stars, and found intelligent life there, there was an inevitable result. Missionaries. Some of the missionaries were sensitive an helpful, in their own way. Some, not so much. For Delbert, the landing on the newly discovered planet was inevitable. There weren’t that many, but even…
Having imbibed a fair amount of pro-small-town prejudice in the form of Hallmark Christmas movies (which I actually find relaxing in spite of this), I thought I’d retaliate with a link to my short story About Those Small Town Values, first posted in 2010.
