Quinton Zondervan
The Grasshopper Dec 31, 1969
I’m a grasshopper. My jumping legs, mechanical marvels to be sure, are attached to my harness around the waist.
Whither Hath This Winter Gone Dec 31, 1969
Soon dandelions shall bloom
in March, dispersing
the winter’s gloom
The final story of the day Dec 31, 1969
The problem is not that people do not like our computer generated stories based on creative and original ideas penned half a century ago. The problem is that science fiction has become science fact!
Simulated Dec 31, 1969
Then, without warning, the ship exploded, or at least seemed to explode, as thousands of fragments ejected simultaneously, and radiated out from the former position of the ship, in almost all directions, except those angularly close to the exact opposite
The Realm Dec 31, 1969
I am a self. That’s the only way to describe what I am. I used to inhabit a human body a long time ago. More precisely, a human nervous system
The Visitor - Part II Dec 31, 1969
The Visitor returns to reveal more of his purpose
The Visitor Dec 31, 1969
If aliens came to Earth, why would they come, and how?
Antarctica Dec 31, 1969
Once again the world was engulfed in war. For what reasons no one knew, least of which the soldiers, for the reasons had been so contrived and ill supported that they were also soon forgotten.
The Peace Makers Dec 31, 1969
the government’s cowardly assault was already being broadcast worldwide
The End of The World Dec 31, 1969
It will then begin scanning in the minds of those who wish to participate
Neem Jahan Dec 31, 1969
A fictional interview with a fictional leader in a fictional world-wide organization fighting for peace
911 Dec 31, 1969
Reflections on September 11, one year later.
Hunting Vole with Kestrels Dec 31, 1969
Like Frodo
San Salvador Dec 31, 1969
The lander stood like a giant gleaming egg against the orange sky.
The Bitter Taste of Milk: A Novel Dec 31, 1969
Chowk showcases the work of a young writer with the weekly serialization of his first novel
add to my favorite writers 
