Science Fiction Stories

On an exploratory road trip to the east coast I found the perfect home in New Hampshire. Now, if I could buy it I'd be happy...If I could find someone to sell it...If I could find out who owns it...and what about the fine red lines surrounding the house when it's foggy? Why do most of the old men look alike and why are the women young, buxom, blond and beautiful. But, most of all, what casts the shadows on the windows?

A Cyborganic Bioroid Chronicles story
New parents purchase a robot catgirl nanny and have some fun with her themselves.

If you've ever watched an 80s beach movie and thought, "This could use more existential horror, heavier satire, and a lot more bouncing," then congratulations—this book was made for you. Bikini Beach isn't just a parody. It's a celebration of the vapid, sun-drenched, neon-drenched excess of a forgotten era, when movies didn't need a plot as long as they had slow-motion jiggling and a beach party finale

Chase Tan Nguyen Reynolds was born 18 years after the Vietnam War. His father met his mother while serving during the war. Unknown to Chase, his grandmother was a descendant of the last Emperor of China. Chase was the first male child born to a descendant and inherited the Emperor’s gene. His mother and grandparents anointed him “The Golden Child.” Chase grew up with special powers the Emperor’s gene provided and had to avoid detection because there still was a bounty for the Emperor’s descendan

Teenager discovers device with allows him to elevate females sexuality

A Swarm Cycle Story
Evacuate 17-year-old Drew; he is far too valuable to leave behind. His autism prevents him from doing it alone. Sharon has her own reasons to get him ready for the responsibility of overseeing a bunch of concubines. She’s got a year to build a harem that will assist Drew in reaching his full potential. For him to concentrate solely on the daunting task of destroying the Sa’arm, all the concubines would be required to collaborate, operating as a unified and efficient team.

Griffin Barrett was Fourteen and lived in Granbury, outside Fort Worth, Texas. He lived with his Father, Richard Barrett, a chemical engineer at Allied Technologies. Four years ago, Griffin’s mother, Ashley Barrett, divorced his dad for the bright lights of Hollywood. She went to Southern California for plastic surgery on her nose after an accident and fell in love with the area. Dad said she met someone with money, and he wasn’t sorry she was gone. Grif, as everyone calls him, agreed.