Total word count surpassed five thousand . . . but here is some personal back-history and synopsis of each (including enough mystery to preserve the endings).
There is a history of "dowsing" in my family . . . and for those who don't know what this is, it is sometimes known as "water witching". Take a willow fork, walk the earth, find water . . . . I've been working on this story for years (shaping it in my mind) . . . and I finally managed to get 'er done.
My story takes us to a colony on the moon, a company of fifty souls who no longer have enough water for survival. But there is an old man, a "dowser", who claims he can find water in 1/8th gravity . . . . You can guess what happens. Or can you?
"The Superannuated Man"
I've been playing with this title for some years now, but finally got around to writing this story about a futuristic retirement party with a twist ending. If Rod Serling were alive, he'd pick this one up in a heartbeat. Not your average retirement plan.
More fantasy than science fiction, I tried to imagine a futuristic (or is it ancient?) society lorded over by a religious dictator (known as the Wonderlord). But one boy dares to question the faith . . . .
This story is written in a looping, poetic tone reminiscent of some ancient document. It was difficult to sustain the language for this one--and I had to rewrite, rewrite, rewrite--but that's half the fun of working in words. I hope my consistency and attention to detail paid off.
I don't know what will happen with these tales once editors get a look at them, but I enjoyed writing them. And I've got dozens more on the burner. But I'll have to let the next batch simmer. I've got to get back to the books for now . . . .