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Tomorrow Girl Tales are stories of romance, time travel, other dimensions
and alternate universes set in the world of the Tomorrow Girl Saga.
They are NOT directly connected with The Adventures of Yesterboy
and Tomorrow Girl, and reading them will NOT tell you anything about
the events that occur in that novel. However, the characters themselves,
if and when they appear in these stories, may bear more than a passing
resemblance to the characters in the that novel. I consider these
science fiction stories to be set in alternate universes from the
novel and alternate universes from every other story (unless otherwise
stated)! So, if there are differences that seem to reveal a lack
of continuity, that
is
purposeful. There are an infinite number
of universes, with an infinite number of Maxs and Stellas. So, you
could read one story about them (like the novel, perhaps) which may
not be a science fiction story (or may only hint at science fiction
elements), but a romance set in what we consider the "real" world
(whatever that is!). There are recurring
themes, characters, organizations and other elements in the stories
that
do start to form a picture of a certain reality and a larger story
that is
taking place, but the tone of the stories range from horror to comedy.
Max and Stella (especially Stella) are sometimes, but not always,
present
in some manner to affect events. The possibilities
are endless. So, expect the unexpected. I'll keep you up to date
on the publishing of these stories. Until then, here are some exerpts
for you to enjoy.
The Never Men
"So, what is he, an actor, a clone…?"
"No. He's you. You from another universe. A you that is in league
with either The Order or Love Corp. He's the bastard version
of you," she
said.
"I thought I was the bastard version of me." She turned to
me and smiled.
"No, hate to disappoint you," she said, "but you're
kind of sweet. A bit of a geek, but kind of sweet."
"Great," I said, not sure how I felt about that.
"And cute," she added, staring straight ahead at the road.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Our little moment was shattered like the glass on a cheap picture
frame when bright lights blinded us from behind, and the car
that had up to this point been content with keeping pace accelerated
into the rear of our vehicle.
Way Station
I shot toward the scarab ship and gazed in at the lovely pilot.
Her face was set in determination, her brow furrowed, as she
fought to hold the ship on course, which was obviously straight
at the structure on the surface. I didn't see how she could
control the ship beyond possibly crashing it into the triangular
structure. Then, she turned to me with a half-smile/half grimace
and I realized that was exactly her intent: I had rescued her
only so she could complete a suicide mission.
Tomorrow Girl
Everything in Stella's life was going perfectly. Except for the strange
dreams, the weird accidents, the premonitions and the voices in her
head. Plus she was single and couldn't seem to meet a decent man
for the life of her.
A Party Girl of Mars
Stella smiled and rubbed the gem gently between her thumb and
forefinger. She felt the universe shrinking down into her
body. The gem began
to sing quietly, an alien voice, sweet, soft, high-pitched
and hypnotic. Lips thick with red lipstick puckered and began
to whistle
a seven-note
tune matching perfectly that coming from the gem. The two
voices quickly settled on one long note. Stella stopped whistling,
but the gem continued on the same rich tone.
"One, two, three, four, dancing through the corridor," she said
in a melodic nursery-rhyme voice, closing her green eyes. "Four,
three, two, one, a Martian girl needs her fun!"
Then, she was gone.
Beyond the Fold
Suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I turned
to see a giant writhing movement of phantom limbs and energy
fly through the WAL. I stared up at it, like a child before
a hurricane. A giant eye stared down at me and gripped me with
an overwhelming presence and a vast intelligence engulfed my
mind. Suddenly I was jerked into the air, plunged into a sparkling
darkness and shooting up the stairs faster than my legs could
move. My senses were vast and alive and my power was almost
limitless. I passed through the front of the house as if it
were water, hot on the heels of the criminal/ Doctor Lazarus.
I could see the trail of malicious intent he had left like
a ship leaking fuel in its wake. I half-leapt, half-flew across
the night in pursuit, intent on bringing the fugitive back
with me to face punishment for his unspeakable crimes.
Titans in Amber
"There they stood, like seven priests of some fathomless time and
space, frozen in positions that indicated either some frenzied
arcane dance, or an anguished desperate pose like victims of Pompeii.
But
if they were meant to be the latter, there was the impression
that it was no mere natural disaster like a volcano that had trapped
these
beings like titans in amber, but some immense cosmic cataclysm
of malevolent origin.
Bad Day
Dick Rogan was having a bad day. He wasn't in the mood to put up
with any shit, and he definitely wasn't in the mood to be charitable,
as if he ever was. In fact, he was just about at the fucking breaking
point, which is at a different place for different people. Well,
Dick was quickly approaching his. So, when he saw the hitchhiker,
he barely looked in her direction. But when he realized it was a
girl, and a pretty nice piece of ass at that, he changed his mind,
thinking, Hell, maybe the day's starting to look up.
The Strand
He remembered how he had met her, how impossible and miraculous it
had been, and how he had all but lost her again...
Now, the only thing that kept them together was his
improbable invention: a device which located a single
strand still
connecting his universe
with hers.
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