in the Universe of Bill Axon
Bill Axon now heads the Space Service. He shares man's dream of going to the stars, and now he's well on his way. He meets some unexpected friends, and makes some new ones. Read how that reality progresses. This story carries on closely from where 'Per Ardua Ad Astra' finished.
George is happily divorced and even more happily involved in his prospering business, but his friends think it is long past time for him to get back into the dating game once again. Hilarity and slight misogyny ensures. Adult situations but nothing explicit.
Everyone's favorite disaffected eccentric uncle honors an old solemn pledge, unloads a domestic burden and finds True Loveâ„¢ all in the course of a rainy afternoon at a garden wedding reception. A quirky romantic reminder that sometimes you do get second chances in life.
This is a true story! After a disastrous start, both of us thought there'd definitely be no future in this relationship. Someone else apparently had other plans.
This little offering is intended to be part of the opening chapter in the forth volume of the Bill Axon tales. I am posting now because I have been reposting a revised and corrected version of 'Per Ardua Ad Astra'. I would ask that you please read the new version and review it, either through the Finestories review system or send to me in via a feedback comment. Thank you.
Five short stories, entries in a contest for stories under 100 words with a twist on the end. See if you can guess the twist before you get to it. / (Reviews)
An eleven-part story relating an exchange of messages between a disaffected galactic explorer and an increasingly exasperated staff at home-planet mission control.
A dog who can read one young guy's mine, a skinny girl who plans to make that young guy hers and purple stuff that does amazing things. Add crooked cops and politicians, survivors of an inter planetary battle and you have a wild adventure and a lot of fun.
Man believes you must be with a woman long enough to give her three hundred flowers to give each other enough time to get to know each other, but on the three-hundredth flower you must ask her to marry you - or the love will wither on the vine - as it were.