My mother was vastly pregnant with one of my sisters and it was decided, if I were to live to the age of eight, I should spend some time at my Uncle Younis’s home in the hills. So, off I went, weeks and weeks before the olive harvest.
Category: Original Fiction
“Boy, sometimes a man grows up to be important. Our country needs important men, and my friends… well, they are some of those men.”
He looked at me with a sharp gaze. “Do you know what duties are, boy?”
I scratched my head and thought for a moment. “Chores, sir?”
If you go north along the coast, before you reach the border you will come to a place once called Antioch. If go a little north and east you will come to where my Uncle Younis has his olive grove. At harvest, every year, the entire family would come to visit and to work in the grove.
Planets are categorized by their resemblance to old Earth. The best of those are classed EL, earth-like. Given the variety of planets, statistics suggest that a very few would be at either extreme, and so there are a small number of planets classed BEL, beyond earth-like. Due to a slight variance in solar orbit, land […]
The unmistakable roar of a combat shuttle climbing for space woke him. That and the pounding headache caused by one last night in port. Another roar, and he suddenly realized that he was supposed to be at the port and on a shuttle, not lying on a bed in some whorehouse. Grabbing his clothes, he […]