Dennis Staples
Bio
My new novel is based on "Doc" G.W. Carver, a space adventure spanning the Universe. I hope you enjoy my first book of the "Men in Bowler Hats" trilogy, "A Grandpa's Truth". Look for it on Amazon, Click the link: https://amzn.to/3G34bmO
Stories (6/0)
Chapter 1: Men in Bowler Hats
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Nebalon, gurgled some from habit but he was comfortable breathing in the atmosphere of his ship. He was more concerned about how they would steal the technology from the scientists. He really didn't want to pay them or trade for it. The Bandits had the experience in these matters, he would rely on their skills, maybe they could make it a simple transaction. The Gray disagreed; he ran numbers through their onboard computer for workable scenarios. Among the variables for their mission to succeed required avoiding intrusion from the Empire which Nebalon dreaded. The scenarios, the Gray decided would all fail if this key issue was not eliminated. The Gray hoped the Bandits had a scheme to bilk them.
By Dennis Staples2 years ago in Fiction
A Grandpa's Truth
Chapter 1 One hot summer evening, I sat in my grandfather’s bedroom listening to his short wave radio. It was a gift from my uncle, after his last tour of duty in Vietnam. A light breeze from the window, the glow from his pipe bowl, and the indicator light from the radio made me drowsy. The radio was an oriental wonder of light mahogany wood and push buttons, it looked like a cathedral of sound on the telephone table against the wall.
By Dennis Staples2 years ago in Fiction
"Boots and Saddles"
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. I gazed down from the high ridge, to follow the river winding its way lazily through the thick jungle covering the valley floor. I had grown up in a village at the far end of the Valley. The river began as a stream way up in the mountains at my back. I had one pet dragon back then. As a soldier, I’ve trained and flown enough dragons to choke a whale! I adjusted my visor, the sun was setting, the glare pained my eyes.
By Dennis Staples2 years ago in Fiction
Between Floors
I walked toward the woman at the end of the pier, she stood facing out to sea. The wind shifted and mist floated away to reveal a full moon. I reached her and some force kept me from speaking to her. I stood next to her; in her arms, she held a framed picture. Tears fell down her cheeks. Her hair was auburn, and she was fair-skinned. She was bundled up in an old navy peacoat. She looked as if she had lost everything. She took the picture from her breast and I looked in horror.
By Dennis Staples2 years ago in Horror
A Grandpa's Truth
A Grandpa’s Truth Chapter 1 One hot summer evening, I sat in my grandfather’s bedroom listening to his short wave radio. It was a gift from my uncle, after his last tour of duty in Vietnam. A light breeze from the window, the glow from his pipe bowl and the indicator light from the radio made me drowsy. The radio was an oriental wonder of light mahogany wood and push buttons, it looked like a cathedral of sound on the telephone table against the wall.
By Dennis Staples2 years ago in Fiction
