Your Song will Fill the Air

“I’m so tired. I haven’t slept a wink!” complained Warrant Officer John Ripley. “You’ve slept plenty in stasis,” retorted Captain Tamara Dallas. “And now it’s time to start a new mission.” “I thought we were supposed to stay in stasis until we were within spitting distance of Earth,” protested Joan Kane, Executive Officer of the …

A Séance in the Dark

Ringo lifted his right hand to rap on the door, then hesitated. He held it in front of his face for a few seconds and examined it in the warm golden light of the sunset. His favorite sapphire ring was so tight on his pinkie finger that it practically cut off his circulation. But he …

Carry Me Back to the Days I Knew Then

John smiled wistfully at the name inscribed on the headstone. “I had a cat called Tim when I was young,” he said. “He lives with my Aunt Mimi still.” “Aye, Tim’s a fine name for a pet,” replied Angus MacGregor. He nodded politely at John, then pointed his flashlight at another grave marker in the …

 Something Inside That Was Always Denied

This piece of speculative fiction addresses the question, “What if John Lennon hadn’t gone to Spain with Brian Epstein in 1963, and stayed home with his wife and newborn son instead?” In this story, set in the spring of 1967, the Fab Four are still in Liverpool, working at remarkably un-fabulous jobs. But Paul arranges …

Meet the Beadles

A bright shaft of sunlight shone into the crowded public house through the open door, heralding the knight’s arrival. “Good day to you all, my fellow Christians!” he called out, raising both of his hands in a thumbs-up greeting. All eyes in the dimly-lit tavern turned towards the handsome nobleman as he strode purposefully across …

Little Quarrymen

“Now, what do you think the author is trying to say in this passage from the text?” George Martin asked the four teenagers gathered in a circle around him. “That if the Pilgrim progresses any further, he’s going to get horrible bunions on his feet,” proposed the bespectacled student sitting to his right. The boy …

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