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Quantum Visions 4: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #4
Quantum Visions 4: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #4
Quantum Visions 4: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #4
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Quantum Visions 4: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #4

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In this fourth annual edition of the Quantum Visions chapbook, members of the Orange County Science Fiction Club's Writers Orbit share their visions of the future with fictions and poetry.  

Enjoy work by Jamie Cassidy-Curtis, Timothy Cassidy-Curtis, Chrome Oxide, Ralph Cox, Jude-Marie Green, David R. Moore, Shauna Roberts, Robin Walton, and scifaiku with illustrations by Wendy Van Camp.

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Release dateNov 21, 2016
ISBN9781540185228
Quantum Visions 4: Quantum Visions Chapbooks, #4

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    Quantum Visions 4 - OCSFC Writers Orbit

    INTRODUCTION:

    WILD THING, I THINK I LOVE YOU

    By Jude-Marie Green

    Born in pain, live in fear, die alone.  The famous line from the Irish folk tune, some say, defines the human condition.  I say, the human condition is what lives between those lines: the art, the philosophy, the act of looking up.

    Tracer to Lascaux

    by Robert Walton

    .

    What voice

    What sound

    In which key

    Under guidance from what place of power

    Beyond where thunder sports above glaciers

    Imparted what vibrations

    Across space and air and time

    Down through the dark

    To touch an evolving inner ear

    And charge connections

    of memory, eye and sinew

    To stand up out of fire shadows

    And scratch beast likenesses

    On a cave wall?

    .

    This poem was inspired by cave paintings at Lascaux where our ancestors hid from the dark by huddling in the dark, but their minds were not dark: they were playful and seeking and following the stars... as well as the herds.  I respect the way our ancestors showed the truth through their art and never let the base human condition weigh them down.

    Enough philosophy.  Time for the art!

    Poet and artist Wendy Van Camp graces these pages with five scifaiku, illustrated and lightly colorized.  The stories encapsulated in those short syllables might (or might not) illuminate the short fiction near them in these pages.

    Jamie and Timothy Cassidy-Curtis present a linked pair of stories about another kind of sentience.

    Chrome Oxide and David R. Moore battle monsters taken from the dark corners of the human mind. 

    Robin Walton's protagonist reacts to a unique life situation, as she becomes the King Midas of the neo-Luddite set.  Ralph Cox's character has a first date with a different kind of woman.

    Shauna Roberts sees the past through tomorrow's lens and makes the world a happier place.

    These writers and their characters all reach out of that darker place, that base human condition, and find a better way.

    Once again, we hope these stories delight and entertain.  Enjoy.

    —Jude-Marie Green, Editor

    ARK

    Wendy Van Camp

    FIRST CONTACT

    By Jamie Cassidy-Curtis

    And it only cost a quarter, so what’s the worst that could happen?

    My husband, Mike, glanced at the plant I held. Pretty flower. The commercials were ending, and he turned back to the game. I smiled and carried the plant outside to our patio. I couldn’t tell you what type of game was on, except that it involved some kind of ball. But Mike accepts my deliberate indifference to sports, and I don’t interrupt him during the game itself. That makes us both happy.

    When I saw the plant on the clearance table at the nursery, it looked so unusual that I had to buy it. The plant stood three feet tall with large spade-shaped leaves and one gigantic pink flower, larger than a sunflower, at its top. I wonder what you are, I said, stroking the flower as I put the plant down. It needed a larger pot, so I walked around the house and into the garage where we kept our gardening supplies.

    On my way back I heard screaming. Help! They’re killing me!

    I dropped everything in the side yard and ran to the back. No one was there, but the screaming continued. They’re eating me!

    I looked across the yard at Jenny’s house. The basement windows were open. Were her kids watching a horror movie? But as I ran toward her house, I realized that the screaming was coming from a much closer location. It was coming...from my plant?

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