Johnny still felt like an oddity among the multitude of species ambling and hovering and squatting in the plaza. Even though most of the Imari were as dark as he, and in features not noticeably different, they carried themselves with a strong sense of peace, a beatitude he still wasn’t used to, and he was […]
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Woodstock empath noise was harsh, with spikes….
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Janet Rose March 29, 2013
Woodstock empath noise was harsh, with spikes, occasionally softened by soft blue-green pastel intonations that briefly drowned out the noise and offered some needed respite. These kids were actually helping her replenish. “Great skill here,” she thought. She wondered which one of the many young faces wandering by possessed the capacity to intone so deliciously, […]
The familiar ‘Hey, Hey LBJ!’ echoed above the din of rush-hour traffic.
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Janet Rose
J J raced past a herd of restless brown horses and a phalanx of shiny blue helmets and night sticks toward the Recruitment Center, on its own island of concrete in the middle of Times Square. The familiar “Hey, Hey LBJ” echoed above the din of rush-hour traffic. Something special was going to happen. J […]
Johnny still felt like an oddity among the multitude of species….
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Janet Rose
Johnny Johnny still felt like an oddity among the multitude of species ambling and hovering and squatting in the plaza. Even though most of the Imari were as dark as he, and in features not noticeably different, they carried themselves with a strong sense of peace, a beatitude he still wasn’t used to, and he […]
The Sub-Committee on Intergalactic Security and Recruitment held hearings….
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Janet Rose
Telmx (video of author reading from excerpt below) The Sub-Committee on Intergalactic Security and Recruitment held hearings in the northeast spoke of the sprawling Council complex on Locur Centrex. The Sub-Committee consisted of eighty-two representatives from the full 2,867-member Intergalactic Council, which in turn represented the 300 billion different species from thirty—soon to be thirty-one—galaxies. […]
J held her breath and listened for every tiny sound.
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Janet Rose
Join the debate: Does incest belong in a novel? (The author took incest out of the Prologue) Prologue (video of author reading from excerpt below) 1947 A dim ovular vehicle, gently shimmering in reds, greens and yellows, floated silently down the Hudson River Valley, honing in on the red and green rotating beacon on top […]
