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Quantum Visions: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #1
Quantum Visions: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #1
Quantum Visions: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #1
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Quantum Visions: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #1

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Spam takes over your mind… a hatrack steals hats… a Dungeon Master takes his role too far... A man starts his life over from the beginning.  Can you run fast enough to escape alien captors? Will you see the last day? Joyride the last minutes of the Hoover Dam... Discover the secret of a friend’s bees… photograph the last oak trees before they are gone forever.

Join ten members of the Orange County Science Fiction Writers Orbit on visits to the past, the future, and destinations that have never existed. Until now.

Featuring the work of Jamie Cassidy-Curtis, Timothy Cassidy-Curtis, Jude-Marie Green, David R. Moore, Will Morton, Chrome Oxide, Camden Parish, Shauna Roberts, Robin Walton, and Jim Young.

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Release dateNov 20, 2016
ISBN9781540148834
Quantum Visions: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #1

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    Quantum Visions - OCSFC Writers Orbit

    wordle 6

    Introduction: Writers And Friends

    By Jude-Marie Green

    About that cover image.

    I visit Manhattan as often as my budget allows. I have family there, but I also like touring the historical spots, like the old churches. Trinity Church in lower Manhattan is a favorite. In 2006, I walked through a few hallways, checked out some stained glass, then let myself out a side door, only to confront ancient evil in the guise of a tentacly old god!

    Or, as it’s more technically known, the Trinity Root sculpture.

    St. Paul’s Chapel in lower Manhattan had a lovely sheltering sycamore tree in front, between the graveyard and the old church proper. The church also has a premium location across the street from the Twin Towers. When the World Trade Center was destroyed, the tree took the brunt of the blast, completely protecting the church. The tree itself was uprooted. Steve Tobin made a casting (actually, he made several) in bronze of the root structure and coated it in red plastic. Through logic that escapes me, it now lives at Trinity Church, with a plastic mat underneath and visitors using it as a jungle gym.

    When I visit, I alternately hang from its brazen branches and whisper to it of the Lovecraftian gods and the colors from out of space.

    The Wordle image on the inside cover is made from words used in this anthology. Wordle art is reminiscent of poet Jackson Mac Low’s Vocabularies, and similarly intriguing. I like to think that the words were there, jumbled up, until our authors created stories for them.

    The Writers’ Orbit, as we affectionately call our group, is a fluctuating membership of talented writers. Shauna Roberts attended Clarion in 2009 and then published her first novel (a second novel is coming in 2013.) Will Morton has published many short stories and is a stand-up comedian. Camden Parish, a soft-spoken man, finished writing his cozy mystery while in our group. Chrome Oxide regales us with tales of the surf and punk music scene. Robin Walton shares his home for the meetings; thank you, Robin!  David R. Moore is a brilliant scientist as well as good critique-giver, a rare talent. Jamie Cassidy-Curtis makes killer fruit salad. Timothy Cassidy-Curtis, a retired military man, rocks the military science fiction genre. We lost our Jim Young in June 2012 just as he was finalizing the sale of a trilogy, a far-future multidimensional trek through folded space.

    I am proud to call these talented people my friends. I’m confident you’ll enjoy their stories.

    Jude-Marie Green, editor

    Spamhead

    By Jim Young

    Can you hear me, Mister Johnson? the doctor asks.

    I stare at the ceiling. I can hear fine, but can't answer because my mouth isn't working.

    We're monitoring you. Don't worry.  And the crew goes, two nurses and a doctor. The door closes and all I can see is white anechoic baffling.

    Even though my eyes are wide open

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