For as long as he could remember, Gallager was always in awe with planet hopping. He was only 5 years old the first time he saw a hopper launch and it was the most glorious event he had ever witnessed. The next decade of his life he spent pouring over every article, periodical, and book he could acquire on the topic of planet hopping. As soon as he became of age, he applied. And applied. And applied. “I’m sorry son” the administrators would always start. “You don’t meet the criteria. We require all applicants to be in perfect health, and you do not fit the definition.” they would finish flatly.…

After a very long absence, I have decided to bring back my website and start writing once again. In the interest of getting things going, I will post this piece of flash fiction that I wrote August 23rd 2017. I hope you enjoy it. The Lost Children The valley below was a strange mix of crumbling concrete and green overgrowth. Jason scoped his rifle around the dilapidated buildings looking for signs of sentient life. All he could see were the broken remains of a civilization that once stood; a mix of metal and masonry. From his hilltop perch, he spied the outskirts of a small town. Jason guessed it was…