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The stars do not speak, but they have always been watching—the setting sun over Cedar Key. The ship hums in the void above the southern pole of the Earth, tethered to time yet unbound by it. There are echoes here—of past wanderers, of quiet decisions that shaped the fabric of existence in ways unseen. The metal remembers. The pulse lingers. Fabienne stands at the helm, fingers grazing the controls as she listens—not for instruction, but for understanding. She has taken command, but the command is not conquest. It is a dialogue, an agreement between pilot and vessel, between the known ...

The Dreadnought saga continues.After sixteen years in the Perseus Arm, the Dreadnought crew embarks on a long transitional jump.Dreadnought VI a continuing saga in the series; A science fiction fantasy of a family of intergalactic explores, which are telepathic and are endowed with supernatural powers. Which are still evolving. Derik, the captain of the Dreadnought, a resurrected alien mega-colony starship, leads his small family group out to the Andromeda Galaxy. A 2.54 million light-year transitional jump from Earth in less time it takes an eye to blink. The hope is to find new ...

Lady Mary stood by the window, gazing out at the horizon. The events of the day had left her feeling a mix of emotions. The royal funeral for Thomas Snebeck had been a somber affair, but the unexpected presence of the King and his son Rupert had added an air of significance to the proceedings. Lady Mary turned her attention to the note in her hand, the one left by Alessia and Rupert. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration. “An eighteen-month-old child,” she muttered to herself. “What were they thinking?” Just then, a soft knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. It ...

Las estrellas no hablan, pero siempre han estado observando: el sol poniente sobre Cedar Key. La nave zumba en el vacío sobre el polo sur de la Tierra, atada al tiempo pero sin ataduras a él. Aquí hay ecos de vagabundos del pasado, de decisiones silenciosas que dieron forma al tejido de la existencia de maneras nunca vistas. El metal recuerda. El pulso persiste. Fabienne está de pie al timón, con los dedos rozando los controles mientras escucha, no para recibir instrucciones, sino para comprender. Ella ha tomado el mando, pero el mando no es la conquista. Es un diálogo, un acuerdo ...

A science fiction fantasy of a family of intergalactic explorers that are telepathic and are endowed with supernatural powers. Due to their interactions with intergalactic space-faring dragons. Wayne, the paranoid leader, uses a spaceship named Hugo. He leads a mixed-species family and sentient computers on an adventure through the galaxy. In hopes of finding planets to colonize.As you read this, imagine that you are reviewing the personnel of a starship's voyage. The ship is called HUGO 1, and it's a galaxy-class starship. X46 is the captain's holographic manifest. I was there when the ...

The world did not react in silence. Within hours, the signal spread like wildfire. News anchors scrambled to verify the impossible. Scientists, historians, and rogue analysts dissected the data, their voices rising in a chorus of disbelief and vindication. Governments issued denials. Some scrambled to contain the fallout. Others prepared for war. Fabienne, Writer, and DocWolf watched from their cabin as the world unraveled in real-time. Fabienne’s fingers trembled over her keyboard. “They’re already trying to bury it. Discrediting sources, flooding the networks with misinformation.”...

El mundo no reaccionó en silencio. En cuestión de horas, la señal se extendió como un reguero de pólvora. Los presentadores de noticias se apresuraron a verificar lo imposible. Científicos, historiadores y analistas deshonestos diseccionaron los datos, alzando sus voces en un coro de incredulidad y reivindicación. Los gobiernos emitieron desmentidos. Algunos se apresuraron a contener las consecuencias. Otros se prepararon para la guerra. Fabienne, Writer y DocWolf observaron desde su cabaña cómo el mundo se desmoronaba en tiempo real. Los dedos de Fabienne temblaban sobre el ...

This Story starts in an RV park on the outskirts of Cedar Key. When in the middle of the night, an unusual-looking RV pulls into the park. Tom, the park attendant, gives the blue-faced diver his parking assignment #94 and has him follow him to his parking place. #94 is next to DocWolf and Writer, who are always happy to see new arrivals. However, these new arrivals are from outer space, and their RV is a camouflaged spaceship to look like an RV.

Esta historia es una mezcla emocionante: intriga sobrenatural, misterio y filosofía envueltos en un tono que es a la vez caprichoso y dramático con un toque de humor. Esto será algo realmente especial para los entusiastas de los lectores de historias de misterio y sobrenaturales. Reunamos esos elementos. Imagina Cedar Key como un lugar donde la realidad se dobla en los bordes, donde lo sobrenatural se siente tan natural como las mareas subiendo. Doc Wolf, un Writer con una mente escéptica, se encuentra enredado en algo más allá de la lógica. Su schnauzer telepático, el nombre de ...

¿De dónde venimos? ¿O fuimos hechos de algún simio prehistórico? Nuestros arqueólogos son científicos que estudian las culturas y sociedades del pasado mediante el examen de restos materiales, desde puntas de flecha hasta aldeas prehistóricas. Nos dicen que nosotros, como pueblo, solo tenemos seis mil años. Y cita la Biblia como prueba. Me cuesta creerlo, Writer. Para que nuestros genes fueran alterados de una manera tan profunda se habrían necesitado cien mil años. Y nuestro genetista nos dice que sólo tenemos cuarenta y seis cromosomas. Por lo tanto, alguien debe haber jugado ...

This story is an exciting blend—supernatural intrigue, mystery, and philosophy wrapped in a tone that’s both whimsical and dramatic with a touch of humor. This will be something truly special for mystery and supernatural story reader enthusiasts. Let’s bring those elements together. Imagine Cedar Key as a place where reality bends at the edges—where the supernatural feels just as natural as the tides rolling in. Doc Wolf, a writer with a skeptical mind, finds himself entangled in something beyond logic. His telepathic Schnauzer—the given name Writer —becomes an unlikely guide to...

A science fiction story of a family of intergalactic explorers that are telepathic. Wayne the paranoid leader, leads a mixed species crew and sentient computers to a new solar system to establish a new home for them.

This is a love story taking place in Georgia. Between a farm owner and a New York doctor

Where did we come from? Or were we made from some prehistoric Ape? Our archaeologists are scientists who study past cultures and societies by examining material remains, from arrowheads to prehistoric villages. They tell us that we as a people are only six thousand years old. And cite the bible for proof. I find that hard to believe, Writer. For our genes to be altered in such a profound way would have taken one hundred thousand years. And our geneticist tells us that we have only forty-six chromosomes. Therefore, someone must have messed around with our DNA about a hundred thousand or more...

“Susurros The Ringing of the Years” Cada casa rústica y nueva espera para desarrollar un capítulo en el parque de casas rodantes de Cedar Key. Aquí, las paredes blanqueadas por el sol albergan secretos, y los caminos de hormigón agrietados soportan el peso de innumerables pisadas. Permítanme presentarles a algunos de nuestros protagonistas: El señor Jonick, con su barba canosa y su ceño perpetuamente fruncido, reside en el doble ancho azul en el extremo más alejado del parque. El porche se hunde bajo el peso de las viejas mecedoras, sus crujidos hacen eco de la amargura que ...

Robert Netboxer despertó lentamente. Un teléfono sonaba en la oscuridad, un timbre metálico y desconocido. Buscó a tientas la lámpara de noche y la encendió. Al entrecerrar los ojos a su alrededor, vio un lujoso dormitorio renacentista con muebles de Luis XVI, paredes pintadas a mano con frescos y una colosal cama con dosel de caoba. ¿Dónde demonios estoy? El albornoz de jacquard que colgaba de la bacesta de la cama llevaba el monograma: HOTEL RITZ PARIS. Poco a poco, la niebla comenzó a levantarse. Netboxer recogió el receptor. —¿Hola? "Dr. Netboxer, ¿estaría interesado en ...

“Whispers The Ringing of the Years” Each rustic and new home waits to unfold a chapter in the Cedar Key RV trailer park. Here, the sun-bleached walls harbor secrets, and the cracked concrete pathways bear the weight of countless footsteps. Allow me to introduce a few of our protagonists: Mr. Jonick, with his grizzled beard and perpetually furrowed brow, resides in the blue double-wide at the far end of the park. The porch sags under the weight of old rocking chairs, their creaks echoing the bitterness he carries. Some claim he’s a retired detective haunted by unsolved cases. In ...

The Dreadnought saga continues. With the family of intergalactic explores that are telepathic and are endowed with supernatural powers. Derik, their leader takes command of a resurrected alien starship, the Dreadnought and leads his small group of explores to the Carina arm of the Milky Way galaxy in an endeavor to find Nadia's home world.

The continuation of the saga of a fantasy story of a family of intergalactic explorers, who are telepathic and endowed with supernatural powers.

Hi, my name is Writer. This is a short story of my life in a motorhome dictated to my scribe Doc. I don't have a Nome de plume because I report only the facts as they occur around me, and I have nothing to conceal. Therefore, why would I name a feather? My story is a true account mostly, except where Doc has made spelling, writing, or translation mistake, to which I'm not accountable for since I’m only a schnauzer. I am a true Texan; no bull, you can check my pedigree. Writer's journals from six weeks to one year.