Fiction, News, Columns and Reviews from Rampant Loon Press

  • Book Release:
    Scout’s Law, by Henry Vogel

    Nov 28, 16 • Book Releases, FictionNo Comments
    Book Release: <br /><em>Scout’s Law</em>, by Henry Vogel

    After two thousand years of isolation, the lost colony world of Aashla has reestablished contact with the rest of galactic civilization. Princess Callan of Mordan, and her royal consort, Terran Scout David Rice, were the people who made that happen. Now, they lead the mission to ensure that Aashla’s unique culture is not overwhelmed...

  • Book Release:
    The Scout Trilogy, by Henry Vogel

    Nov 28, 16 • Book Releases, FictionNo Comments
    Book Release: <br /><em>The Scout Trilogy</em>, by Henry Vogel

    Return to a future… Of bold galactic explorers and lost space colonies, where beautiful heroines and brave heroes battle treacherous villains with swords and airships! Return to a future… Of planetary romance and high adventure, where action moves at the speed of light and danger lurks around every corner...

  • How to blow a lot of money really, really fast

    Oct 31, 16 • UncategorizedNo Comments
    How to blow a lot of money really, really fast

    Here at Rampant Loon Media, we strive to be educational as well as entertaining. Today, for your enlightenment, we’re taking a break from the latter in order to present an outstanding example of the former, courtesy of ...

  • Fiction: “Fight Night on the Trans-Pacific”
    by S. Hutson Blount

    Fiction: “Fight Night on the Trans-Pacific” <br />by S. Hutson Blount

    Tiny sparks in the transvisor gave it life, the inviting warm glow building in the lens hood. The familiar tang of ozone and hot selenium followed, and soon the xerographic plates were clacking through the drum, giving a jerky-but-animated view of something happening at the other end of the wire. Deep in the transvisor...

  • Fiction: “Fear #7”
    by Doug Lane

    Oct 26, 16 • Fiction2 Comments
    Fiction: “Fear #7” <br />by Doug Lane

    Fear #7 has occurred to me, and it is unspeakable. It slipped in through an unguarded moment, vinegar and bloody-iron across the tongue. Even though I know it’s not real, like the six manifestations before it, I can’t stop myself from responding as if it is...

  • Fiction: “Ride Like the Wind”
    by Ryan Neil Falcone

    Oct 24, 16 • Fiction5 Comments
    Fiction: “Ride Like the Wind” <br />by Ryan Neil Falcone

    The happiest day of my life happened when I was eight years old. I can still picture it vividly, even after all these years: racing toward the playground on my bicycle while my father ran alongside me on the bike path, offering cheerful words of encouragement. The air was filled with floating dandelion fuzz...

  • Fiction:
    “The Million Eyes of a Lonely and Fragile God”
    by Wole Talabi

    Oct 21, 16 • Fiction, Marquee3 Comments
    Fiction: <br />“The Million Eyes of a Lonely and Fragile God” <br />by Wole Talabi

    I never told her I loved her. Yes, I asked her to be my girlfriend, and yes, I asked her if she would marry me, and to both questions she answered, “Yes.” But that was before I looked at myself with the eyes of the universe and saw nothing but emptiness...

  • Fiction: “The Conservatory”
    by Andrea van Lit

    Oct 17, 16 • FictionNo Comments
    Fiction: “The Conservatory” <br />by Andrea van Lit

    The roots writhed, like gnarled fingers seeking purchase. “There, there,” Anthea crooned, “nearly done.” A pernicious root encircled one wrist. With a snip from her secateurs, the offending appendage dropped to the conservatory floor and lay there, twitching. Content in the warmth, surrounded by the rustle of leaves, she hummed as she worked...

  • Fiction: “Full Moon Spell”
    by Bret McCormick

    Oct 14, 16 • FictionNo Comments
    Fiction: “Full Moon Spell” <br />by Bret McCormick

    My mother died when I was very young. I don’t remember much about her, just that she went out for food one day and never came back. I was scared, hungry and near hysterical when the old man found me. I’d never seen anyone like him before...

  • Fiction: “The Path of the Sun”
    by Tanya X. Short

    Oct 12, 16 • FictionNo Comments
    Fiction: “The Path of the Sun” <br />by Tanya X. Short

    Eyeliner on so thick it will make him look her in the eyes. A hot pink bra glowed under TC’s white tank top. The top’s material was thin enough to show the freckles on her shoulder blades moving like schools of fish as she danced...

  • Fiction: “Over the Top”
    by Anton Rose

    Oct 10, 16 • FictionNo Comments
    Fiction: “Over the Top” <br />by Anton Rose

    The first time I went over the top, I pissed myself. We stood in line like a huge grey centipede, uniformed bodies stretching away in both directions. To my left was Sanders, a toffee-haired girl with scars and dirty patches on her face. “You’re Malevsky, right?” she said. I nodded. “This your first time?”...

  • Fiction: “The Inspection”
    by C. L. Holland

    Oct 7, 16 • Fiction1 Comment
    Fiction: “The Inspection” <br />by C. L. Holland

    My mother was washing a rag in the sink again. Sometimes she’d forget we went to the laundrette, didn’t wash our clothes at home any more. The soap would crack our skin, made it difficult for me to play guitar. The guitar was my lifeline, the only way I was getting out of town...

  • Fiction: “The Moons of Thazoo”
    by Hans Hergot

    Oct 5, 16 • Fiction, MarqueeNo Comments
    Fiction: “The Moons of Thazoo” <br />by Hans Hergot

    1. The werecat’s blood slid off the stainless steel table and onto the tiled floor, only to be smeared under Doctor Squeaks’ slippers. Trent tried to ignore the blood. Having recently arrived at the reclamation shelter, he was eager to prove himself. “Put a hand on her leg,” said Dr. Squeaks...

  • Fiction: “Quantum Shadows”
    by Sean Patrick Hazlett

    Oct 3, 16 • Fiction, Marquee5 Comments
    Fiction: “Quantum Shadows” <br />by Sean Patrick Hazlett

    I knew the pale lady was real the first night she appeared at the foot of my bed and whispered, “You were warned in two weeks, but you will ignore me yesterday, Silas,” her raspy voice so much like crumbling parchment carried on an astral wind. It was 3:14am when her coal-black eyes pierced mine...

  • Fiction: “Harbinger of Doom (for the Home Team)”
    by Dan Micklethwaite

    Sep 30, 16 • Fiction, Marquee1 Comment
    Fiction: “Harbinger of Doom (for the Home Team)” <br />by Dan Micklethwaite

    The Deep Ones, they called us. The High Priest of those, they called me—yes, and worshipped me as High Priest of themselves as well. You did. Well, some of your lowly, straggling, mortal kind. All around this tiny, tired rock; in South America, Hawai’i, in Africa, in Greenland, in dull, dank Dunwich, even...

  • Fiction: “The Unluckiest Skydiver”
    by Jennifer Mitchell

    Sep 28, 16 • Fiction, MarqueeNo Comments
    Fiction: “The Unluckiest Skydiver” <br />by Jennifer Mitchell

    Erin had successfully completed more than one hundred skydives before her fateful jump. On that day, a small airplane took her and five others to four thousand metres. One after another, they leapt through the open door of the airplane. “You gonna jump?” The pilot yelled over the sound of the rushing wind...

  • Fiction: “Knock On,”
    by Mark English

    Sep 26, 16 • Fiction, MarqueeNo Comments
    Fiction: “Knock On,” <br />by Mark English

    I am swimming against the current of time. This is a language we brought back from the fractal sea within which we move—it is how our brains interpret the complex machine-filtered universe. All the strands of what-if stretch out into the future, all events and decisions are nodes in a whisper-fine net of potential...

  • Why We Don’t Run Movie Reviews Any More

    Sep 25, 16 • Movie Reviews1 Comment
    Why We Don’t Run Movie Reviews Any More

    I think I have officially hit movie burnout. It was Date Night last night, so the Mrs. and I went out for dinner and a show. The show in question was the latest remake of The Magnificent Seven, for the very good reason that the Mrs. adores Chris Pratt...

  • 2016: The Story Thus Far (Part 3)

    2016: The Story Thus Far (Part 3)

    Continued from: Part One | Part Two By the Fall of 2014, we seemed to have our ducks in a decent approximation of a row. True, my eyes were watering from studying and comparing perhaps a hundred or more WordPress themes, but in the end, we’d settled on a design...

  • Fiction: “Heart of Dorkness”
    by Henry Vogel

    Sep 19, 16 • Fiction, Marquee2 Comments
    Fiction: “Heart of Dorkness” <br />by Henry Vogel

    The con had wound down. The fans were all gone back to their mundane lives, leaving the five of us in the con suite. Our host, the Gaming Director, passed around what was left of the free sodas. We drank and stared out the window as darkness gathered in the skies above the hotel...

  • Fiction: “Midnight, San Francisco”
    by Samuel Marzioli

    Sep 16, 16 • Fiction, Marquee1 Comment
    Fiction: “Midnight, San Francisco” <br />by Samuel Marzioli

    Stellan slouched against the bar, hands cradling a shot glass as if he were warming an unhatched egg. For hours, he’d kept himself to himself, tipping back an assembly line of shot glasses, not bothering to look up long enough to notice anything beyond the increasing blur of wood grain on the counter-top...

  • Fiction: “A Little Adventure”
    by Stefan A. Slater

    Sep 14, 16 • Fiction, Marquee1 Comment
    Fiction: “A Little Adventure” <br />by Stefan A. Slater

    When the ships like hovering nightmares appeared over our cities, their three-mile-wide hulls dripping with pure-blue lightning, the creatures made their demands known. They tapped into every audio and visual output in the world, calling forward six particular delegates of the human race to answer a rather complicated question: Why should we not obliterate humanity...

  • Fiction: “Blue Dancing with Yellow”
    by Jeff Bowles

    Sep 12, 16 • Fiction, Marquee4 Comments
    Fiction: “Blue Dancing with Yellow” <br />by Jeff Bowles

    My dearest Angelica, Pen and paper are all I have left. The sky split in half six weeks ago, and since it did, New York has been in the dark. No electronic devices, no electricity of any kind. Do they have thunder beings in Boston? Do they stomp around your mother’s street...

  • Fiction: “All of the People, All of the Time”
    by Philip Brian Hall

    Sep 9, 16 • Fiction, MarqueeNo Comments
    Fiction: “All of the People, All of the Time” <br />by Philip Brian Hall

    They used to say the best marketing men could sell ice cream to Eskimos. Max Pfalznagel could have passed the test easily; any self-respecting account executive, he used to say, would just kidnap a few Eskimos, strand them in the Mojave, and then drive up in an ice cream van...