Posts Tagged ‘fiction’

Silly Western Anthology

Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

CyberAliens Press is looking for some humorous short fiction. I quote:

Mosey on up to the bar and and let me tell you about the darnedest, silliest, most outrageous Western anthology this side of the Mississip’.

Ya’ll heard right! CyberAliens Press’ll be spittin’ out another one ‘o them themed antho’s on May 1, 2009.

We’ll be featuring hilarious stories of the Wild West, some sappy Prairie Romance, and even a little bit ‘o SteamPunk – as long as it’s knock-us-on-our-butt funny! We’re also lookin’ fer cowboy poetry and limericks, art and comics, and anything else that’s sure-as-shootin’ silly.

So saddle yer ponies, get them doggies ta market then set yerself down and write us the silliest bunch a words what never come outta that pencil a yers.

In plain language:
We are looking for short stories from 500 to 3500 words in length, poems, jokes, puns, limericks and general silliness. All submissions must be on one of the following themes:

+ American Wild West
+ Steampunk
+ Prairie Romance

or some mixture of the above.

Submissions open November 1, 2008 an’ close on February 28, 2009. Acceptances and declines will be ongoing through the submission period. No early or late submissions will be accepted. Put “SUBMISSION: [TITLE]” in the subject line, and address all correspondence to The Editors (there’s two of us) and email them to: sillywestern@gmail.com¿Comprende? Now saddle up and write.

Sum of All Fears

Saturday, July 21st, 2007

I’ve been reading a lot of alternate history lately, which might explain some of the wierd ideas I’ve been having. I was thinking about the premise in the movie The Sum of All Fears where an Israeli pilot gets shot down, carrying an atomic bomb. Well, what if he did not get shot down, but instead was zapped back in time to the Ancient Near East? What if, loosing contact with his home base, and thinking the worst, he completes him mission, dropping an atomic bomb on Egypt. Would that cripple the country to the point where the history of the ANE would be drastically changed? Heh… What if that happened to coincide with the Exodus?

Ten

Friday, May 25th, 2007

“Ten!”

Jarem tried opening his eyes at the sound of the sergeant’s voice.

“Nine!”

He shook his head in a vain attempt to clear away the sleep he’d been enjoying just moments before.

“Eight!”

What was it he was supposed to be doing? Jarem knew that sitting in bed was not the answer, but he was having trouble coming up with a better one at the moment.

“Seven!”

The sound of dozens of feet striking bare stone brought him to his senses. Role call, you idiot!

“Six!”

Jarem launched out of bed – and into thin air. Too late he realized his error, forgetting his was the top bunk, and not the bottom.

“Five!”

Landing on the floor, Jarem’s ankle screamed in protest as it buckled under his weight.

“Four!”

Two steps brought Jarem to the end of his bunk, the pain in his leg clearing the last of the cobwebs from his mind.

“Three!”

Jarem found his place in line, sandwiched between a pair of fellow recruits.

“Two!”

He stood straight, feet together, shoulders squared, hands at his side, chin up, and eyes forward.

“One!”

Jarem took a deep breath, trying his best to remain steady and still.