Copyright 2016.

Volume two in an anthology of X-files short stories.

DEAD RINGER By Kelly Armstrong.

1993 Comstock Pennsylvania. A young boy disappears from his home and winds up seventy miles away with no memory. So is this an alien abduction or some sinister evil fairy. The truth may lie with a woman that had a similar experience when she was a child. Interesting story to start the anthology with.

DRIVE TIME By Jon McGoran.

2016 Cameron Massachusetts. A top secret experiment in time travel is taking place. An intruder specifically asks for agent Mulder. He claims to be from the future and was sent back by a rival to kill the professor at the institute so the rival can get credit for inventing time travel. His plan is to send back the same assassin from different periods of his life thirty-five times so thirty-five men can assault the experiment. The oldest of these returnees wants to stop it because the man that sends them back becomes a cruel tyrant. This is a fascinating idea with a time travel twist.

BLACK HOLE SON By Kami Garcia.

1977 Chilmark, Massachusetts. A teenage Fox Mulder must endure the horrors of high school and his bickering parents. He hears from a friend about a young woman that was found whose disappearance was similar to his sister. He sneaks into the mental hospital were she’s at. He doesn’t get much information but has his first encounter with the Cigarette Smoking Man. A fascinating idea to explore Mulder as a teenager. And he gets his first encounter with CSM man although he doesn’t remember because he is drugged to forget.


2017 Washington DC. A recently married Dana and Fox are moving into a new apartment. They receive a gift of a painting from a Russian artist that may have a clue to aliens. A strange story that has the two married in the future with a daughter on the way. Contradicts this years episodes in that Dana’s mother is alive when she dies this season.

MUMMIYA By Greg Cox.

1996 Bellingham, Washington. A homeless man stabs what he claims to be a mummy that attacked him. An autopsy reveals a young woman that was recently mummified by the same procedures the ancient Egyptians used. The trail leads to her boyfriend who is obsessed with Egyptology and hoping to bring back his terminal girlfriend. Another interesting story.

PHASE SHIFT By Bev Vincent.

1996 Houston, Texas. A family is trapped inside their home by a mysterious force. It looks like a possible alien experiment. A ok story with an implied gruesome ending.

HEART By Kendare Blake.

1995 Holmdel, New Jersey. Arthur Linninger is a mild mannered man who has a heart attack. The transplanted heart he received once belonged to a mobster. Now he starts taking on the characteristics of the mobster. Two FBI agents investigating murders has him worried. Other transplant recipients are found to have murdered the men responsible for the mobsters death and could Arthur be next. An OK story.

MALE PRIVILEGE By Hank Schwaeble.

2006 Horn, Arkansas. A strange condition causes all the men in Horn to suddenly develop large breasts. The investigation leads to a witch, a dragon and an ancient curse that involves the sacrifice of a young man. A good story.

PILOT By David Liss.

1996 Washington D.C. Mulder and Scully are investigating reports of strange lights. The witness seems to know the two agents and has an offer for them. He claims to come from an alternate reality where the X-files is a TV show. He gives them the pilot episode and wants money for all the others. This was a unique idea and I enjoyed this story.

ROSETTA By David Sakmyster.

2014 Arcadia, South Carolina. Mulder and Scully are there to meet a man that has proof of aliens from a recent probe landing on a comet. They may come face to face with genuine E.T.s. A interesting story but has a major error in X-file continuity. The Lone Gunmen are in it and they died some fifteen years ago.

SNOWMAN By Sarah Stegall.

2001 Mt. Rainier, Washington. Agent Doggit is approached by his former Marine commander for help. A covert team testing communication systems have disappeared. The two find Mulder also investigating and the bodies of the team. They seemed to have fled in terror and died of exposure. Now the three are stalked by what appears to be Sasquatch. Nice to remember someone remembers Doggit and I always love a good Sasquatch story.


1993 Washington D.C. Mulder meets an old flame on his lunch break. She is soon found to commit suicide. His investigation takes him to a famous author that may be stealing life energy from victims to write successful books. Another good story.

XXX By Glenn Greenburg.

1999 San Fernando Valley, California. Two porn stars have their heads suddenly explode while on set. The investigation leads to an anti-porn activist using an alien virus but the truth may be with the telekinetic abilities of the star porn actress Ashley Ford. An interesting story that lead to an unexpected ending.

FOUNDLING By Tim Waggoner.

1997 Ambergris Falls, Ohio. The inhabitants of a small town vanish without a trace. Mulder and Scully investigate and find a baby on the street. They have to fight ghostly figures and a mercenary employed by a billionaire. This was a fascinating story.


2000 Gallup, New Mexico. A rancher is gored to death by a bull. Strange lights, crop circles and mutilated cow corpses point to aliens. The investigation take them to a Navajo witch doctor. The shortest and weakest story in the anthology.

Now two new books in a row. This one came out in February so it is probably the newest I ever did from this blog. Volume two of the anthology series was as enjoyable as the first. Once again stories with aliens, ghosts, time travel, alternate realities, the Lone Gunmen, Doggit, government coverups and conspiracies and plenty of general weirdness.

I even got a message from the editor. Makes me feel real important. He says he’s working on a third volume titled “Secret Agendas”. Something to look forward to.




So I have been trying to continue to write and I did manage to crank out another story.


“I hate ninjas.” said David.

He was sitting behind the steering wheel of a Toyota pickup. The windshield was busted out and a ninja was on the hood. He was moaning in pain while clutching at his groin. Occasionally he would scream out something in Japanese. David grinned at the pain the ninja was clearly in. It served the asshole right he thought to himself. He was glad that he emptied his 9mm into the guy’s balls. Mess with him and you get your balls shot off.

David glanced down at his left shoulder. The ninja’s kitana was driven completely through and pinning him to the seat. He could not properly grasp the kitana without tearing his shoulder all up and have himself bleed out. He thought about starting up the pickup and driving somewhere for help. But the keys were on the floor and he couldn’t reach them.

David looked around and saw the various black clad figures lying prone on the ground. Another Toyota pickup was lying wrecked in a ditch. The ninja on the hood let out another groan then succumbed to blood loss. These wimps paid the price for this. Small comfort but still comfort nonetheless. His mind started to drift back to how he got in this predicament.


The old half-track was cruising down interstate I-80. Suddenly there was a loud rending of metal as the old engine threw a rod. It went crashing through the hood and leaving a big gaping hole. The engine ground to a halt and thick black smoke started pouring out of the hole. The half-track pulled over to the side of the highway.

David Robbins got out and looked over the damage. He looked around and noticed the sign on the shoulder. RENO 112. He shook his head, reached into the half-track and took out his AR-15. He checked that the safety was on and slung it over his shoulder. He started off down the road leaving the old half-track to die in peace.

This was really starting to be an epic shitty day. Survive a low yield nuclear blast. Get a rattlesnake bite to the face and get roughed up by some morons. Of course why should he think that something would work in his favor? What did he do to piss the universe off?

There was one favorable thing going for him and that was it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, birds were singing and a cool breeze was at his back. The surrounding countryside was lush and green. Years of neglect had seen the vegetation grow up in some areas right next to the road. As he was crossing a bridge he noticed the sign.


David chuckled to himself. Leave it to California to try and make a few bucks off the apocalypse. Then he had a flashback to his experiences. One of the teams sent into the cities to clean up. He remembers going into Omaha after it was hit with a biological weapon. The virus had wiped out over seventy percent of the population. He could smell the rotting corpses even through the gas mask that he wore.

What was so macabre was how the bodies seemed to be frozen in the position they were in while going about their lives. There was the old couple sitting at dinner with the moldy food they would never finish. People were sitting behind the steering wheels of their vehicles like they were still going somewhere. The worst was the little children. Then there were the rats. Thousands came out swarming the streets devouring….

His train of thought was interrupted by shouts. David had not been paying attention and silently chided himself for that. There about 100 yards away were two white Toyota pickups. About a dozen men clad in black were around the pickups. They looked like they were setting up two Dragon anti-tank guided missile launchers in the foliage by the side of the road. Three of the figures had already started running toward him holding what looked like swords.

“Well this can’t be good,” said David to himself.

He raised his AR-15 and selected single shot. Sighted on the one on the left and squeezed the trigger. The ninja on the left stopped and turned his body to the side. David couldn’t believe that the ninja actually dodged the bullet. He sighted and pulled the trigger again with the same results. Five more quick shots and the ninja dodged them all.

“Fuck you, you God damn pussy,” he said out loud. David then switched the selector to full auto and fired off the full clip. The ninja could not dodge all those bullets at once and spun around from multiple hits. The ninja fell to the ground as David ejected the clip and reached for a full one. But by then the other two ninjas were almost on top of him.

The first swung at him with his katana. David blocked the blow with his AR-15. He then kicked out and impacted with the ninja’s groin. The ninja bent over and dropped his kitana to clutch his groin. David took his upraised AR-15 and brought it over the ninja’s head, and then pulled the ninja toward him with the AR-15 tightly against his neck.
The third ninja came up and pulled out two shuriken. He tossed both at David. David brought the ninja’s head he had pinned in front of his face. One shuriken impacted the forehead of the pinned ninja while the other impacted the collarbone. David let the limp body slide to the ground.

“Thanks dipshit. Whoa do you guys stink. Don’t you ever take a bath?” David taunted him.

The ninja spat out a curse in Japanese and drew his kitana. David dropped the AR-15 and picked up the fallen kitana. David didn’t know how to use a sword but had no intention of fighting the ninja on his terms. He took the kitana and threw it at his opponent. The ninja easily ducked the flying kitana but it distracted him from what came next. David reached forward and grabbed the ninja’s wrist that was holding the sword. He forced the sword point forward driving it into the ninja’s left eye.

The ninja went limp with a surprised look on his face then collapsed to the ground with the kitana sticking out of his eye. David reached down and picked up the AR-15. He pulled out a spare clip and inserted into the rifle. Looking up both Toyotas were racing toward him. He sighted on the left one and fired off half the clip at the driver. The bullets punched through the windshield and several went into the driver’s skull. The driver lost control of the Toyota and it careened into the ditch at the side of the road.

David turned and fired off the rest of the clip at the other Toyota. The bullets starred the windshield but this driver had the foresight to duck in time. David jumped out of the way as the Toyota sped past him. It stopped abruptly and then did a complete U-turn. The driver punched out with his hand at the broken windshield knocking it loose. He pulled at it until it was out of the frame and tossed it off to the side. Then with hatred in his eyes he revved the Toyota and accelerated straight for David.

David ejected his empty clip and reached for a new one. Instead his fingers felt around an empty pouch. It was at this time that he noticed there were four more ninjas running up to him. One was almost upon him. Thinking quickly David tossed his empty assault rifle at the ninja’s legs and just jumped out of the way of the speeding Toyota. The ninja running at him tripped as his legs got tangled in the AR-15 and pitched forward to the ground. He fell right in front of the oncoming Toyota and looked up as the wheel approached his head.

The Toyota tire crushed the ninjas head like an empty beer can. A coating of blood was on the tire and it was leaving a red trail as it rolled forward. The Toyota skidded to a stop and the driver jumped out. He started to yell something in Japanese but was cut short by the 9mm bullet slamming into his forehead.

David turned with his drawn Baretta to confront the last three. A thrown shuriken hit the barrel and knocked it out of his hand. The three formed a semi-circle and started to advance. David decided that the best defense was an offense. He took off running at the ninja in the center. The ninja was taken by surprise at the bold move and he froze for just a moment. A moment is all that David needed.

David reached the ninja and grabbed him by his tunic. He noticed the knife in the scabbard at his hip and reached down and pulled it out. Then David drove the knife right into the ninjas gut. He quickly pulled it out turned around and threw it at the other ninja. The knife embedded itself in the ninja’s chest. As the ninja David held went limp he snatched up the kitana from his hand. He then turned toward the remaining ninja and started to savagely swing the sword at his head.

The remaining ninja was able to block David’s savage blows with his own kitana. The blows were slowly driving him back. The ninja took out something from his pouch and threw it to the ground. There was a blinding flash and a puff of smoke. David swung at the cloud of smoke and the kitana swooshed through empty air. He looked at the dispersing smoke and saw that the ninja had disappeared into thin air. He scanned the area and couldn’t find any living soul.

“Well where did the little fucker go?” he mumbled to himself.

David stood and looked around examining the dead bodies for any sign of life. After ten minutes he could see no sign of life around the area and warily started toward the Toyota. He stopped at the driver he shot in the forehead and bent down and searched him. A smile came across his face as his hands closed around a set of keys. At least he had a ride home for the rest of the way he thought to himself. Maybe things are looking up.

He then picked up his Baretta on the ground and checked that the clip was full. Satisfied he climbed behind the wheel and the Toyota started to bring the key to the ignition. Suddenly the remaining ninja jumped up on the hood of the Toyota. He crouched down and thrust the kitana through the open space were the windshield used to be. The kitana pierced his left shoulder. David yelled out in pain and dropped the keys. He then picked up the Baretta that he set down on the seat and emptied the clip into the crouching ninja on the hood.

And now he stuck in his current predicament. Pinned like a bug. He stared out from where the windshield should be and let his mind drift. Things couldn’t get much worse.

“You look like you had a rough day,” said a voice to his left. David turned and was confronted by several men. They were dressed in new crisp fatigues and carried Galil assault rifles. He noticed that the man who spoke to him had the hammer and sickle wielding bear patch of the People’s Republic of California.

Things indeed could get worse.