One Man’s Junk

One Man’s Junk

Martin Schmidt paused, his spoon barely touching the stew. His stomach would have him attack the stew bowl like a starving wolf but his mind held him back. Carefully, he took one spoonful and then put his spoon down. A sip of beer helped but his hand shook slightly....
‘Til We Meet Again

‘Til We Meet Again

The worst thing about working for Mechanical Support was that the facilities were scattered out all over Grantville, even now, two and a half years after the Ring of Fire. They'd never been able to take the time to centralize them; they didn't really have any central...
Poor Little Rich Girls

Poor Little Rich Girls

"Will you two just give it up?" Heather asked, exasperated. "What good is that valley girl impersonation going to do you? No one here in Badenburg has ever heard of a valley girl." "For sure, Heather, for sure," Vicky Emerson answered. "We're just getting into...
Heavy Metal Music or Revolution in Three Flats

Heavy Metal Music or Revolution in Three Flats

Grantville, March, 1633 Franz hissed in pain as his crippled hand was flexed, twisted and pulled by Dr. Nichols' strong fingers. Sweat beaded his forehead as he endured the testing manipulation. He sighed in relief when the doctor finally released it. "Sorry," Dr....