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An SF/Fantasy Reader

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New voices bring new ideas and new worlds to you in these six short stories of Science Fiction/Fantasy.

That's what they are good at. Figuring out things that are completely different from the same old repeating plots and characters. Finding new "what if's" that have never been asked before. 

Whether you like dystopian stories of what happens after the world ends, or the sudden appearance of fairy tale creatures in our current worlds, you'll find a lot to keep you fascinated by these new authors.

As well, you may find a bit of fine satire and hidden social commentary, something both genres have always been good at.

Regardless, these short reads will fit into your busy schedule - about a week of good entertainment for the odd hours and minutes.

A Short Story Anthology Containing:

- The Training: Beth by S. H. Marpel- The Lori Saga: Escape by J. R. Kruze & S. H. Marpel- The Tunnel People by R. L. Saunders- Becoming Michelle by R. L. Saunders & C. C. Brower- A Sweet Fortune by R. L. Saunders- The Lazurai by J. R. Kruze

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(From "The Training: Beth")

SHE WAS RUNNING TOWARD me, just as I hoped for. Of course, I couldn't move to get out of her way, not with that busted leg the troll had just given me.

And I don't know if she could see him like I could, but that troll was right behind her - and gaining.

So I did the only thing I could - I made her trip. And she landed right next to me, in the soft ferns and leaves. Not that it helped her landing too much.

She groaned at her landing, then rolled over to get back to her feet. That's when she saw me. Laying there. Eye to eye with her. Of course I was only three feet tall and had pointed ears, so it was a bit of a shock.

I put my finger on her lips and pointed over her shoulder.

There was the troll. All nine ugly feet of him, carrying a huge stick made out of a tree stump root ball. He'd beaten most of the dirt out of it, as well as most of the roots that stuck out. But it was scary nonetheless.

He seemed to have lost where she went. But right as I thought that, he sniffed the air and turned in our direction. And saw us both. Then Mr. Troll started stalking toward us, an evil grin on his face.

My only move was a desperate one. I grabbed her hand and pointed it to the troll. Nothing happened at first, but then the troll appeared to slow down, and just as slowly, he got perplexed about why he couldn't move at his normal speed.

"Thought so." I said to this human. "You've got talents you didn't even suspect. Here - this might seem strange to you, but imagine that troll as a cloud of smoke."

But nothing happened. He was still moving toward us like a glacier, but still would be here sooner than we could get out of his way.

"OK, try not to think of a pink elephant." And poof, the troll now had big pink floppy ears and a long pink nose. But he still held that huge stick in his hand, still moving slowly toward us.

"Now - think of him as a cloud of smoke." And the troll was just a cloud. The stick also disappeared. "Next, make the wind disperse him into the clouds." And a gust of wind dissipated that cloud into nothing.

At that, she looked back at me - and fainted.

But I looked her over and saw she looked just fine. A very cute fine...

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I"BESSIE? BESSIE! BESSIE!!" Where is that darned cow? She knows she's going to get corn this morning and let me pull that extra milk off her. And I need every spare quart I can get, not let her just run it off. Then I saw the gate to the woods. Like someone had driven over it with a 4-wheeler. "Great. You're in the woods somewhere and either you've lost track of time or you're in the middle of eating something that's going to make your milk taste funny. Just great." Talking to a non-present milk cow would be a bad thing, if we weren't so far from anyone who could be offended. I didn't have to care. And that's the trick with running a road-side produce stand to make your living from a farm. No one around meant no sales, and meant no money to pay the soon-coming-due taxes. "Bessie! C'mere - NOW." Like that would do any good, either. So I picked up the bucket of grain I had for her and poured half of it into her feed trough, so the rest I could rattle around in that galvanized steel bucket and get her attention. Of course, that would mean wrestling with her to keep her face out of it for the rest of the walk back to the barn. All so I could milk her. Just hope it wasn't too far of a walk by the time I found her. Far out meant far back. But it wasn't like she would just walk off like this. That smashed gate didn't help. Funny, I didn't hear someone running over that gate. To make that sort of hole, it had to be going top speed, and that would make a big noise for sure. Soon that gate was behind me, and the trees towered overhead. I never noticed before how dark it stayed in here during the daytime. And started worrying that something had happened to my only source of milk, which was close to 50% of my income. I called and called and it got darker and darker. Quieter and quieter. Soon it was almost pitch-black and as dark as a graveyard in an eclipse. Then I heard it. Loud. And not a cow noise. Like rolling thunder - but in the day time? Then, the ground shook. Knocked to to the ground. And I raised my face out of the leaves and dirt to see a huge imprint in front of me, about a foot deeper than where I was. And that big depression wasn't there a second before I fell. Means I'd better move somewhere safer - like under the tree with the biggest roots I could find. And that three-foot-wide tree shattered over my head, with another roar of splintering wood. I could only think of two things: Duck. And Run.

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