Fantasy has always been a close companion of the strictly SF story, so here are some offerings along this line.

Logical Conclusion  (Open)

Robert Smith looked over the top of his steel rimmed glasses at the stately old building, and felt a queer sense of disproportion.  There was something decidedly odd about the overall shape of this place.  And there was something equally odd about the price the owner was asking; it was far too low. Read on…

Delusions of Grandad (Open)

Larry Wingate groped feebly at the bedclothes.  It had become very cold in his room, but he stubbornly refused to call the nurse to turn up the heat.  She would almost certainly give him more of those infernal drugs, and he was still reeling from the morning’s dosage.  He hated the dizzy, listless feeling they inflicted upon him, but most of all he hated the delusions they created in his mind. Read on…

Ernie’s Free Lunch  (Open)

Ernest Fillery sat back in dismay, for on the work bench in front of him was a little green man.  Ernie’s holographic experiments had not been going well, but this was ridiculous!  Read on…

Golden Memory  (Open)

When my business partner, Chet Butcher, fell off his horse, he knocked his head on a rock and was unconscious for nearly thirty minutes.  It was his own fault, really.  He had never ridden before, but insisted on choosing the stallion as his first mount (being a cautious person, myself, I had chosen an old mare).  This was one time, however, when Chet’s pretentiousness not only caused the usual gasps of exasperation from those around him, but also brought him considerable grief.  And the episode did not end there, for the impact apparently loosened something in Chet’s mind.  Read on…