http://slow.writerscafe.org/JackFisher The original writings of author The Last Dragoon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003400 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15      There's alternate history and then there's actual alternate history.  This might have happened, depending on which history book you read and where you might have found it.  Or not.     Prom Night '87 ("Forward to our future") was held aboard the SS Queen .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1938245/ WESTERN DISTRICT, NORTHERN KINGDOMREPORTOn 02/02/1446 (SR) at approximately 1835 I was employed as a sworn Police Officer with the Western Judicial District.  On the listed date and time, I was working undercover, riding an unmarked patrol horse (#14, MIssy), and assigned to the Currency Contro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1934184/ "Uncle" Jack was Dad's shipmate in Hawaii from the before the war and they'd remained life-long friends after it ended.  I'd grown up around him, in fact, and heard all of his back-in-the-day adventures, from his naval service to a post-war stint as a uranium prospector in the Utah badlands, a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1931723/ The Drudge Report, July 15, 2017:MYSTERIOUS FIREBALL LIGHTS UP MIDWEST SKIESGreen Flashes Seen Over 10 StatesPerseid meteor shower unusually bright this year - NASADoomsday Cult Fears Rise____________API Wire Service, July 15, 2017 at 2230 hrs.  Meteor seen over Kansas may have fallen in B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1931571/ Excerpt from, Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Lost YearsObi-Wan Kenobi, senton a trade mission to North Vietnam, spent three hard weeks on the Ho Chi MinhTrail dodging VC, Charlie, Cong, NVA regulars and Russian advisers, all of whomthought he was an American, as well as Martin Sheen, CIA contract fig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1931229/      "Where are my dragons?", shrieked the fetching blonde in polished milf-il cocktail dress armor, for the third time in the last minute.     "Where are ...."     "Do shut up", I interrupted the ... Secret Princess? I didn't know for sure.   &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1931221/ Today ...             A human engineer company had bulldozed a not-insignificant portion of the Lothflorien biome. Although the survey teams were careful in site selection and left standing an ancient grove of beloved Mallorn Trees, the trees were not doing well un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1931034/ MemorialDay, 2045Las Vegas Motor SpeedwayNASCAR’sCoca-Cola 600      Four jetsrocket in from the east trailing red, white and blue smoke as the National Anthem reaches itscrescendo.  The crowd sees them: whoops, roars, cheers erupt.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1930646/      ThePen was mightier than the Others and he knew it. Everyone knew it, but only the Kid, who'd shown absolutely no aptitude forpenmanship that anyone could see, truly appreciated this.  The Pen knew that the stupid plastic Bics andworn down, nubbly penci.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1930638/      Forher long, varied and mostly unremarkable service, it was fitting that motor vessel Sunflower came to her finalresting place in a field of sunflowers.  She had been launched, some said(her builder's certificate long lost), in the early 1880's, as a general .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1930633/ [Fall] November twilight, deep shadows and smokey mist.She lies beside me,                                  &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1930607/ unconnected, loose theme http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1930606/ an inadequate homage to Cpl. Irving Strobing, USA http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1930602/      He awoke to witch lights dancing beyond his window. He didn't know the time, in the high latitudes one couldn't always tell late twilight from early dawn.         He dressed quickly and warmly and stepped outside, finding what he half expected t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1930599/      "I don’t know what you want."     The prisoner was hunched over a plain metal table, quietly sobbing into his hands. So I tried again.     "Why do you think you're here?     More sobs, his body shook with them.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1930596/ The old man tipped back his porch chair and watched the distant fireworks sparkle in the summer sky, the last Independence Day of the passing century. On the far side of the globe 45 Star American flags streamed over a new territory called the Philippines, but here in the Kansas farmland it was sum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1930582/ Tonight ...     It started six months ago, on a sweltering summer night. And it continued. Nonstop. Twenty hours a day, seven days a week. Without variation. We'd asked him to stop, he didn't. We'd asked him to play something else -- anything else -- he wouldn't. But it would end.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1930575/     Tom peered over the rifle's sights, tracked movement among the trees by the play of light and shadows, lost the target when the scurrying stopped.  He didn't move, barely breathed, focused on a patch of irregular shade that just might be ... .  A long thirty seconds late.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1930571/      That summer I'd been hired as a temporary replacement drummer for the Jailhouse Lemon Lee Band on a tour through the southwest. In the small hours on the road from somewhere to someplace, I asked Lee, then in his late 70s and blind since birth, how he managed to hold his own.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JackFisher/1930569/