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ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 5
Ellie raced down the corridor, instinct calling her to the bridge. Around her, everyone was hurrying to their stations and getting ready for battle, so no one noticed anything different about another blue-uniformed ensign. Thus, Ellie did not remember that, in this...
ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 4
Soon, she’d filled a console with equations and specifications and gotten a tablet full of Ambassador Ellie’s musings on her miserable life—plus the cozy mysteries she never published. She started reviewing visual files, seeking a moment that would have changed...
ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 3
Three hours later, Ellie had slept off some of the venom and painkillers. Her leg was mostly healed, with some tenderness and a scar the doctor assured her would fade after more treatments and rest. She wished she could heal the disaster she was in as easily. She’d...
ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 2
Captain’s Log, Supplemental That time machine should come with better directions. We got chapter and verse about how not to interfere with events while in the past. We got told how to record events. No one done mentioned that you should not record the events of...
ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 1
This episode is a little different. First, we're going back in time, in more than way than one. This takes place in Ellie's first year on the Impulsive. I'm also going to forego with the images. This one is a play off of ST: The Animated Series Episode "Yesteryear,"...
ST:HMB Episode 9, Love is Many Stars, Pt 24
The next day… The reception area for the airlock was filled with people saying, “Goodbye.” Gel was getting some last-minute ribbing from his old coworkers about his new officer status. He didn’t mind. He was too proud. Besides, he didn’t have ribs – but he did have a...
ST:HMB Episode 9, Love is Many Stars, Pt 23
Once again, forgive my lack of mad photoshop skills. Also, at the time of this posting (June 23), I am working full time, putting together Space Traipse 3, and writing stories for anthologies - plus, my dragon. Vern, is insisting I finish his second book. So I'm a...
BookTour & Giveaway: CRACKED: An Anthology of Eggsellent Chicken Stories
Today, I'm touring Cracked: An Anthology of Eggsellent Chicken Stories. I have two stories in this anthology, with stories by F. Posthumus, Cedar Sanderson, J Trevor Robinson, Richard Paolinelli, Jane Lebak, D. Beckwith, Grace Bridges, Denton Salle, Margo Bond...
ST:HMB Episode 9, Love is Many Stars, Pt 22
Todd didn’t know how he managed to act normal when he was swimming in a sea of light and joy. Ellie loved him! But somehow, he managed to make his way through the outbriefing, giving his presentation to the main officers of the Impulsive and the HuFleet and Union...
ST:HMB Episode 9, Love is Many Stars, Pt 21
Ellie and Todd walked down the corridor. Since it was empty, and she wasn’t in uniform, he reached out to take her hand. She squeezed it, smiling. It made his heart skip a little, and yet… “The captain seemed really concerned,” he said. Her smile slipped just a...
ST:HMB Episode 9, Love is Many Stars, Pt 20
Hey! I'll be at Dragoncon! If you read these and see me, yell "The Ship is Family!" Jeb sauntered back to the Impulsive in the middle of the night shift. Since they were in port, that meant there was only a skeleton crew and most everyone else was sleeping or enjoying...
ST:HMB Episode 9, Love is Many Stars, Pt 19
Todd had long since progressed from touching Ellie’s hair and she was perfectly okay with that. In fact, every caress, every touch of his lips made her hunger for more. And when his hands strayed from the small of her back to the hem of her miniskirt, Oh, Keptar!...