Archive for the ‘Free Fiction’ Category
The Messiah Returns
New News About Old News, Take 1: Thanks to GoogleStats, I know that one of my most popular blog posts is the first one I ever wrote, in June 2007: Virgin Hammerhead Gives Birth to Shark Messiah. What can I say? When I first started blogging I thought I would fill my site with handcrafted […]
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Breaking Glass
“Glass,” a very short story of mine about psychopaths, mirror neurons, biochemical consciences, and very sharp screwdrivers, has just been published on the Technology Review Magazine site. You can read it for free on the site or (I don’t know why you’d do this) wait for the print version to come out. Technology Review, published […]
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Get to know the Right People
If you love yourself — and you know you do — give yourself a treat and read Adam Rakunas’ slightly lewd and very funny story, “The Right People,” appearing now at Futurismic. I love this story. Now back to me, and my obsession with self-promotion. So a couple weeks ago I recorded an interview with […]
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A little Hebrew grammar lesson
My story “Second Person, Present Tense” is now appearing on the Israeli SF webzine Bli Panika, which translates as “Don’t Panic.” I can’t read a word of it, but my thanks to the translator, Ehud Maimon, and Bli-Panika’s editor Rami Shal’heveth, who provided very cool illustrations for the story.
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According to BBC News, a captive hammerhead shark, below, gave birth to the long-awaited shark messiah, stunning scientists. The mother was born without sin in the Florida keys and had never known a male of her species. The messiah delivered several sermons and performed at least one miracle before being impaled by a stingray at the age […]
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Surge: A Play in One Act
INTERIOR, the Presidential Bedroom. THE PRESIDENT lays on top of the bed taking a nap. His shoes are off. A DEAD IRAQI INSURGENT lies next to him, on top of his arm. The dead man is dressed in brown polyester pants and a long-sleeved shirt perforated by several bloody holes. PRESIDENT, yawning, tries to sit […]
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