As the crew of the Aurora finishes their work establishing the newest planet of the Federation, the tech in charge of the platform discovers a fault and alerts his commander…..

Rylan sat in the judge’s office head in his hands as he listened to the each of the counselors explain their arguments. The judge who would ultimately decide his fate was an impressive figure sitting tall behind his desk, an unmoving mountain. Sweat began to form along Rylan’s brow as the heat in the room finally started to get to the technician. As each of the counselors was finishing their arguments, Rylan began to think about what had happened to him under the emotionless scrutiny of the judge sitting across from him.

As the platform room began to flood with people, Rylan was trying to get in touch with any of the Larian planets. He was trying to adjust the communications device to contact another world when he was immediately placed under arrest...

I remember hearing one time that out of every ten superhero action figures nine of them are Spider-Man. Think about that for a minute the most popular superhero of all time is our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. And his most iconic villain is Venom, that combination of Eddie Broc and a spurned alien symbiote. The villain certainly challenges the web crawler whenever the two meet, and I remember the last time they tried to bring the hero’s greatest villain to the big screen, Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man 3.

From what I heard after the fact Sam Rami did not want to do the movie with Venom and after hearing that it makes total sense. That rendition of Venom was terrible, and I remember being so disappointed with how he was treated...

At the conclusion of Empire of Ivory Temeraire and Laurence stood at a moral crossroads, unbeknownst to them the Admiralty of the British Empire had deliberately caused the sickness that had plagued their Arieal Corps to spread to France, and were holding the cure in an effort to decimate the dragons under Napoleon’s control. When Temeraire heard this, he immediately decided to gather some of the medicine from the British stores and take them to France to prevent the potential destruction of the draconic race from Eurasia. With knowledge of his dragon’s desire Laurence needed only a little longer to knowingly commit treason to try and undo a truly horrific act. However after successfully delivering the cure to the French Laurence willingly returns to England to face the consequences of his actions...

Tarian is resting upon a tree thinking about how the colonization ship has overcome. First, there was the crash landing. Fortunately, no one had died, but there had been some minor injuries and even a couple of major ones. Though the livestock they had brought with them on the trip did not fair as well, they should be able to breed replacements for the ones that had died, while the dead ones were taken for provisions while they settled around the crashed ship.

Of course, as a result of the crash, some of the more delicate equipment had not survived the landing like the communications array as well as some of the medical equipment. And to make matters worse the parts that had broken would take time to replace of course they would have to find the raw materials first, and to date, they had not seen any of the needed materials...

Felicia was holding onto Gerard with skilled hands, as they gracefully moved around her dancing studio. She was amazed that a man with his skill would put his name into a drawing for a free dancing lesson, he did not need it. His motions were as graceful as a swan gliding across the top of a crystal clear lake. With each step across the smooth floor, Felica was amazed at how gently he was able to hold here, without sacrificing his grip upon her.

“You know I’m a little surprised at your skill level, Gerard.”

“I’m sure its just beginners luck,” Gerrard said with a warm smile. After a moment he ever so slightly tightened his grip upon Felicia as he whispered into her ear, “It also helps that I have the best teacher in the world...

I was introduced to NYC Midnight by John Dutton one of the leaders of the Spilled Ink group on Facebook. I was talking with him about some of the flash fiction stories I had written, and he suggested this particular competition if I was into that format. As soon as he told me about these competitions, I was intrigued. So I put it on my list of things to investigate, and when I finally got to delve into NYC Midnight and their competition, I began to soak up everything I could in earnest to learn as much as I could.

After I finished looking into NYC Midnight, I found that they did a lot of different types of contest other than flash fiction...

Empire of Ivory starts with the end of the journey back to England, and Laurence is shocked that no one is there to meet him, they find that the entire population of the dragons of England is decimated by disease. So Temeraire and the feral dragons that sided in the escape are now being pressed into service so that they can protect the coastline of England from Napoleon, though he is mostly still focused upon the continent. We see yet another side to Temeraire as the story progresses, in normal conditions, dragons can live for a couple hundred years or so and so naturally he had never thought about the possibility that his friends, Maximus and Lily to name a pair, might die and be lost to him. this along with the patroling bring him down into depression but he keeps going, and he is eventually coaxed into helping commission England’s first pavilion for the sick dragons though this does not help bring him out of his depression entirely...

Rylan opened his eyes and saw the pale green sky of Tergara. He always closed his eyes when he traveled to new worlds by the platforms. He never knew why he was so compelled, but he enjoyed the wondrous experience of seeing one world one moment than seeing the new world in the next moment. This particular trip was going to be a short one, he just needed to perform a little maintenance on the platform.

He looked around and saw Jalvi. “Hello Jalvi, what’s the local time?”

“You know this exchange gets tiresome Rylan.” The gruff woman said before she looked at the clock on the wall above her...

I am closing in on a few projects, two books Drawing Thin and Knavish. Drawing Thin is a sequel to Dead Man’s Hand and picks up right where it left off, while Knavish is my first attempt at a psychological thriller. My other major project is a collection of twelve short stories entitled Harrison & Sylvia, I will be publishing these once a month over the entirety of 2019.

Each of the three projects is so different from the other, they each forced me to stretch my writing muscles even the sequel. I had so much fun getting the two novels so close to the end, for Drawing Thin I have started to get feedback from my beta readers and it looks like I managed to tell another gripping tale, though I’m sure I’ll have plenty of edits to do. And with Knavish I have been told by multiple people that I can nail the creepy factor, which for what that story is trying to do is a good thing...

As the work on my next novel is drawing to a conclusion, I’ve once again started the process of getting its cover created. This time, however, I do not have to find an artist to do the creating since I already have worked with a truly talented and wonderful artist, who made the cover for Dead Man’s Hand. So I reached out to her, and I started the process for my new cover. And as I filled out the project form for my new book, I couldn’t help but think about the entire journey I went through bringing the cover for my first book to life...

I was having a discussion with my dad a while back that centered around flash fiction. He was immediately against it as a type of literature primarily because it would be impossible to develop a character with a limit of one thousand words. At first, I was surprised by my dad’s reaction, but I thought about it as we continued our discussion. At first, I tried to compare flash fiction to poetry, as both are intended to express extremely brief ideas. Though he sidestepped that point talking about how good poetry has to have many different layers...

Sorry for the rant but, I remember years back getting a stubs membership for AMC, but with the prices skyrocketing to see a movie I quickly forgot about it and went looking for other ways to see movies. One of the more routine methods was to go to University Malls theater and watch a film there for about five dollars a ticket. The main drawback to this option is that the movie I wanted to see had to make its way out of theaters like AMC and that meant I needed to go to even further methods to not hear anything for a movie I wanted to see. One of the more recent releases I saw that way was Thor: Ragnarok, and it worked I managed to go into the theater having not heard a single thing about the movie other than it was totally awesome, that was about the only thing I couldn’t avoid...

Sitting on the bridge of the colonization ship Tarian, Keldon and Sherry were busy preparing to land the ship. Tarian let his eyes peer down upon the planet on the other side of the windshield and without thought asked, “Sherry, you’re sure the planet down there can support life?”

Sherry looked up from her screens for a moment and answered, “Yes captain, the planet can support life. There is a myriad of animal and plant life that will supplement our inventory.”

Tarian turned his attention to the other officer and asked, “Kel, have we received our final approval to begin the colonization attempt?”

“Yes we have Tarian,” Kel answered...

I recently came across an article talking about the differences between the various classifications of stories. The author briefly talks about those different types of fiction, and for the most part, these would be short stories, novellas, and novels. And indeed those were the only types I had really ever heard of. However before the author even mentioned short stories he talked about flash fiction. The term caught my eye, so I started digging into the term and not just taking this authors definition as gospel. As a result of that digging, I found out that flash fiction is a story that is roughly less than a thousand words...