NOTE: I still need nearly 187 stories. The submissions are open until I get them. I’m compiling a collection of stories on how God inspires our writing and our writing lives. It’s directed primarily toward Catholic writers and has a combination of sa...

As the year comes to an end and I think about all the stories that are still in my head, I was inspired to write this song. Rena Shannon, a fellow member of the Catholic Writers Guild, and I were talking about having too many characters telling us th...

Hi, all, I got a little behind in this storyline because Lt Tonio Cruz decided he needed a couple of stories, himself. One is on Vella. It’s a play off of Gamesters of Triskelion and should not be missed! The other one takes Smokey and the Bandit and...

Hooray for Zombie Humor! The second Neeta Lyffe book, I Left My Brains in San Francisco, is out again. Zombie problem? Call Neeta Lyffe, Zombie Exterminator–but not this weekend. On vacation at an exterminator’s convention, she’s looking to relax, ha...

My husband and I were listening to “Chemical Worker’s Song” by Great Big Sea, and we joked that it would be hilarious to rewrite it for Star Trek redshirts. The...

Being alone to think hadn’t done Todd any more good than it had for the past four days. His mind kept whirling in circles and bumping up against impossible scen...

Ellie sat blinking at the door, her body immobile and her mind racing with a hundred thoughts. What just happened? It wasn’t fair! She hadn’t wanted to talk ton...

Ellie and her mom must have been getting along because as Todd and Gel entered Sickbay, they heard giggling. “That’s a good sign,” Gel said. “So let Ellie know...

Todd replaced a chip in the janbot and ran the diagnostics again. The panel indicators started blinking, then glowing green and blue. He sighed with relief for...

The first time Ellie woke up, she called the bridge. Her throat was sore, and it was hard to get a breath, but she rasped, “Captain, the ship. It’s not alien; i...