Stardust Anniversary Science Fiction Story Contest

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Tom meets an alien who is researching potential trade opportunities and gets a glimpse of more than one new world.

Market Research

By Jamie Lou Wendelin

Thanks to Kristina L.S., Scott Ramsey and another friend for reviewing drafts, finding mistakes and making helpful suggestions - and, oh yeah, Erin for making all this possible.
Of course all remaining mistakes are my own.

 

The Shootist

Lieutenant Ivar Bandle daily regretted the contract that lured Dawson's Bunch to the planet of Darson. Now his platoon finally had a mission to be something other than a glorified security guards. However, all is not as it seems and soon he, his men and a sylph named Sascha are on the run. All that is left for them is to march or die.

Note: Story has not changed since it was posted during the Stardust Anniversary Science Fiction Contest.

Making Friends

Bernie the Junkman made a decent living fixing and selling bots and droids out amongst the asteroid miners. He was basically content, sure his life wasn't perfect and he was a bit of a loner, but despite that he didn't mind being Bernie. Then from a broken robot he learned what could make him even more content.

A Day in the Life -- complete Stardust First Annivesary contest entry

A Day in the Life

The government admitted there was a problem only after the State Of The Union speech when everyone present turned instantaneously into pink-haired hermaphroditic midgets with four breasts and pointy ears. The world’s scientists scrambled to explain the phenomenon.

“Picture reality like, you know, waves in a swimming pool. I like swimming pools, don’t you. I love to show off my body, I am like just so perfect, you know. You like my bikini, it’s so bitchin’,” Janie I Taylor, the hot spokeswoman from the Nationail Akademy of like Stuf put it some days later — we were all busty blondes that day and all female. “Oh, sorry,“ she said and giggled. This sexy woman was a PHD in the pre-P&F days. “The wave thingies come from all over and, well some places they pile up and get real big and jiggly like me, see? “ she giggled again.

Past Imperfect -- full Stardust First Anniversary contest entry

“That costume must have taken a long time to perfect, Hon. We all thought you were a middle-aged guy. Now that I look at you close … are you seeing anyone exclusively? My younger brother just graduated high school and I think you’d like him.”

~~ Does she think I’m GAY! And a recent high school grad?~~ I screamed in my mind until I saw myself in a large mirror on the wall of the woman’s locker-room where she’d led me as she’d spoken. I’d was about to protest I was *not that way* when I saw myself, truly saw myself in that huge mirror, I fainted.

Conversion Tables -- the complete contest entry --

Conversion Tables

This is not a fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. This is an entry in Bob’s Stardust R Us first anniversary story contest. This story has nothing to do with my Whateley serial, period. No, really, I mean it -- cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die.

D.O.A.

Someone wants private investigator Nick Llewellyn to disappear, and they've devised a twisted way to accomplish that. Now he has just twenty-four hours to find out who is behind it - twenty-four hours until he ends up dead on arrival.

A Day in the Life

A Day in the Life -- teaser for the Stardust contest

This is not a fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. This is my other entry in Bob’s Stardust R Us first anniversary story contest. This story has nothing to do with my Whateley serial period — no really, I mean it!

Imagine what life would be like if the bariers between realities were damaged. Or in this case, picture The Twilight Zone meets Monty Python with a touch of surealism thrown in for good measure.

The Long Road Home

The Long Road Home
by Randalynn

As I struggled through the fog toward consciousness, the first thing I noticed was the overwhelming smell of perfume, accompanied by the no-less-permeating odor of cleaning fluid. My head was resting against some vinyl upholstery, and I could feel the persistent rumbling of an engine all around me. I wanted to open my eyes, but it seemed to take forever to make my body do anything at all. Instead, I just lay there and tried to figure out what the hell was going on.

I felt the world swing around, just for a second, then settle down and resume its steady rumbling. 'Wherever I am, I'm moving,' I thought. 'Feels like a bus. What am I doing on a bus?' I vaguely remembered leaving the gym, and walking toward my car, and then ... nothing.

Conversion Tables

This is not a fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. This is an entry in Bob’s Stardust R Us first anniversary story contest. This story has nothing to do with my Whateley serial, period. No, really, I mean it -- cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die.

Posting to Stardust defeated me, so Bob Arnold will post it for me. This a brief teaser.

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