This adventure-packed sci-fi novella takes place on Anshar, Galenia’s outermost colony world. It’s a desert wasteland ruled by ruthless crime lords and terrorized by nomadic cannibal tribes who wear the hides of their prey as clothing. Mad Max meets Star Wars meets Conan the Barbarian. WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW MORE? Continue reading Anshar: Free today & tomorrow
Copyright © 2019 Patrick Walts All Rights Reserved Sometimes, on a clear enough night, beneath the oppressive glow of a full moon, when even the brightest lights of man’s most populous cities struggle to match the brilliance of the stars overhead, my skin begins to tingle. It’s a curious sensation, one that I daresay invokes something akin to a sick sense of nostalgia within me–for … Continue reading Third Wish
A selection from Moon Garden which first appeared on Spillwords. Aunt Phyllis’s moon garden is one of my fondest and earliest childhood memories. During one of our annual week-long stays at her house in Kentucky, I waited until everyone was asleep and slipped out the open window of my cousin Michael’s old first floor bedroom with what I imagined at the time was the greatest … Continue reading Childish Things
A selection from Moon Garden Copyright © 2019 Patrick Walts All Rights Reserved “Humans.” Gax wrinkled his proboscis in disgust. “Always traipsing about the galaxy with such reckless abandon, doing as they please without repercussion.” Kanak gurgled his agreement, his antennae twitching in annoyance. “They won’t stop until they’ve polluted the entire universe,” Gax continued. “Do you know what they call it when they colonize … Continue reading Delicacies
A selection from Moon Garden It was approximately 6:35 PM when I rapped my knuckles against the warped and weatherbeaten door of Hendrick’s Antiques and Watch Repair on the corner of 39th Street and Farrington Avenue. The luminous reflection of the yellowish-orange sunset splashed across the sky behind me like spilt cans of paint prevented me from glancing into the main display window to see … Continue reading The Scoop
When they finally came, it was in a giant flying saucer, just like in the movies. People in bathrobes stepped out of their front doors to collect their morning papers from their driveways and looked up to see its underside obscuring the sun–just like in the movies. The aliens themselves were your traditional garden-variety greys of B-movie and conspiracy nut fame, giving the latter a … Continue reading Signals
Proeliator Latro leaned over the railing encircling the balcony outside his chambers and surveyed his kingdom. “Lovely view, isn’t it?” he asked the woman standing by his side. “Especially at night, beneath full moons.” His shimmering blue cloak fluttered in the cool midnight breeze. “To one who knows only barren, desolate plains full of dry bones, it is paradise,” she replied. Amidst the wild, twisting … Continue reading Bellum
Thirty years I worked at that plant. Which one, you ask? Don’t worry about it. It’s not important. What’s important is that for thirty years, I did an outstanding job of assembling quality American automobiles. I had a good crew, and we had a good rapport–we worked well together. Anyway, one day we got new plant supervisors–cocky young know-it-alls who’d been sent by corporate to … Continue reading D.U.S.T. to DUST
A selection from Moon Garden “I don’t know, John. Sometimes I wonder if we’re meant to be out here at all. All these setbacks, maybe they’re nature’s way of telling us to get the hell out of here.” John Taggart raised his glass to his lips, savoring the smooth burn of properly aged Tennessee whiskey as it trickled down his throat. “Nothing like a little … Continue reading The Only Sky
A selection from Moon Garden When I was fourteen, my mom dragged my younger sister and I to JC Penney for our annual wardrobe update. As we breezed through the mall, past Kaybee Toys, Waldenbooks and the rest of my favorite stores at a much faster pace than I would’ve liked, we passed an arcade, its electronic symphony of light and sound tantalizing my senses. … Continue reading “Other”
