It was a chilly day to be on a walk. The sky was greying, dark clouds were on the horizon, and the wind was blowing through the brown grass in fits and starts. Still though, there was something about the lonely trail made by tires crushing the grass that just made it worth it. Maybe it was the evidence of other humans? Or that the tracks had a destination? In any case, it was still a chilly day to be on a walk.
David was trapped. Definitely trapped. There was no way he could get to work today. For, low and behold, a cat was on his lap. Tipper was the name. A medium sized brown, gray, and black tabby, she had started life on the streets. Somehow she had wormed her way into a family, but then that family was forced to give her away by evil landlords who forbade pets on their propriety.
Problems With Images and Egos by David Reagan I was going back to my rooms after dealing with some petty bureaucrats when Arioch stopped me. “Shadrach, I just learned what that secret project of the Kings is.” “Oh? Good, it sure has been using up the treasury, what is it?”
The Middle, the Beginning, and the End Started 05-14-06 11:37PM Finished 05-15-06 12:41AM by David Reagan I was in the middle of some routine trans universal paperwork when my communications curtain chimed. Thankful for the break, I jumped up and answered it. Flickering there in the folds was my old frined. He was something like an old friend, but somewhat different. “Well, hello there my old frined!” I greeted him. “What brings you to my draperies?” “Hey you old wizard! You gypped me!”
Vectors: You Really Do Need Them by David Reagan, February 13, 2006 I was floating in the void between galaxies looking at one of the strangest sights I had ever seen. Now I had visited over eight thousand universes before this one, but had never encountered a race so advanced, yet so far behind as the Linesmen. Floating just in front of me was the largest tape measure factory I had ever seen... It was literally the size of the Milky Way galaxy. Yes, you heard right, it was as big as a galaxy.
An Elf and a Rock and the End of the World by David Reagan, started February 20, 2006, 10:02PM, ended 10:48PM It had been a good day. But then Kelelelelas, Prince of Thieving Elves, of the Kingdom of Thatakakak, of the Province Walalaiel, of the City of Ronicinan, of Protat Street, (sorry about forcing you to read that, but the guy made me sign a contract) showed up. The minute I set eyes on him, I had a gut instinct that this day was going to be annoying. I guess I should tell you how he showed up, not that it matters to the story much, but still... Kelelelelas, Prince of Thieving Elves, of the Kingdom of Thatakakak, of the Province Walalaiel, of the City of Ronicinan, of Protat Street, showed up at the front gate of my manor house on his world. Then Kelelelelas, Prince of Thieving Elves, of the Kingdom of Thatakakak, of the Province Walalaiel, of the City of Ronicinan, of Protat Street, was shown to me by the new secretary I had hired.
How To Become A Dwarf: A Short Story by David Reagan, December 28, 2005 I am not easily surprised by anything. Nearly ten thousand years of traveling the multiverse will make a mockery of the word “normal”. But this Elf had shocked me enough that it took nearly two picoseconds to recover. I cleared my throat, “So, Mister Elf, you want to become a Dwarf?”