Tonight on the Write Stuff — Mythic Orbit with Travis Perry

51d8mtus0ml-_sx302_bo1204203200_This anthology is a showcase for the best stories submitted in the general field of speculative fiction by Christian authors for this project. It represents a wide variety of genres, including science fiction, fantasy, horror, and paranormal. There is no common theme to these tales, though the subject of empathy or lack thereof does come up in them repeatedly. This is most definitely not an anthology about orbits which are somehow mythical.

The main goal of this anthology was to demonstrate that Christian authors can write speculative fiction well. Stories with a wide range of appeal are included here, mostly serious, some with humor, some with “happy endings” and others clearly not so happy. All of them worth reading.

Join me as I talk with Travis Perry, publisher and editor of Mythic Orbits as we discuss this anthology and what it means for speculative fiction. You can call in at 646-668-8485, press 1 to be live on air. Or, you can download Stitcher on your mobile device. Or, click on the link here.

travis-perryTravis Perry is an Army Reserve officer who has had a wide variety of experiences, from riding a horse to school parttime as a young boy growing up in Montana, to serving in the Gulf War, Iraq, Afghanistan, and East Africa with the US Army as an adult. He speaks multiple foreign languages, loves a wide variety of fiction genres, and has written some thought-provoking science fiction, fantasy, and horror tales. Working on a Masters Degree in History, he recently married to a lovely Mexican lady and currently lives in Monterrey, Mexico. His current focus is as a publisher, in which Bear Publications is putting together original story anthologies with unique focus, including Medieval Mars, Avatars of Web Surfer, and the soon-to-be released Mythic Orbits 2016.


Tonight on the Write Stuff — Scarecrow, Scarecrow with John Kanecki

scarecrow-scarecrowThe Scarecrow lurks in the shadows of a young girl’s frightened mind. Everywhere Anne McFry looks, she sees the face of a twisted demon that haunts her past. Escaping from the horror ridden town and going to the big city, Anne thinks she is safe from the Scarecrow. That is until it starts popping up everywhere she looks. Befriending a young man against her better judgement, she experiences a demented ride of torture as the past she is running from catches up to her. The Scarecrow is coming to collect dues, and the only payment Anne has is her soul.

Join me as John Kaniecki and I talk about his new book Scarecrow, Scarecrow and horror in general. Call in at 646-668-8485, press 1. Download Stitcher on your mobile device. Or, click on the link here.




John Kaniecki is a native of Brooklyn, New York. While he has no memory of New York City but he is proud to call himself a native New Yorker. John spent a few years in Illinois but grew up in Pequannock, New Jersey. After graduating high school John went off to Hoboken to attend Steven’s Institute of Technology. Despite being in engineering school, John was clueless to the direction his life should take. After two years John dropped out of Steven’s. He became a Christian and hitchhiked across the United States. Several months later he was hospitalized with bipolar disorder. At this time John began to write poetry. A self published book called “A Day’s Weather” shows his mind at this time. After years of struggle John eventually returned to college and graduated from Montclair State University. John went to work stocking shelves at Sears and then worked with an engineering firm. John married Sylvia Kaniecki in 2004. Once married John returned to writing. His writing has been published in over seventy outlets. His books are “Murmurings of a Mad Man” a book of poetry by eLectio Publishing, “Poet to the Poor, Poems of Hope for the Bottom One Percent” by Dreaming Big Publications, “Words of the Future” a collection of science fiction stories published by Witty Bard and a horror novella “Scarecrow, Scarecrow” published by Fat-Lip Press Presently John is a full time caretaker for his wife. Also he volunteers as a missionary for the Church of Christ at Chancellor Avenue; which is in the inner city of Newark. He stays up light at night and writing in any free time in hopes of becoming a professional writer. Facebook Facebook Twitter @JohnKaniecki Website Blog Goodreads John Kaniecki

Write Stuff Author Spotlight– Bid the Gods Arise & Blood Song by Robert Mullin — EXCERPTS


Kidnapped from his homeworld and sold into slavery, Maurin despairs of ever seeing his cousin or his home again. When he is ransomed by a mysterious woman and reunited with Aric, he joins an unlikely group committed to the downfall of the slave trade. But it isn’t long before he realizes they are being hunted–not only by the blood-lusting head of the slave trade, but by an ancient evil that wants their souls.


From a corridor on his left emerged a quartet of large men, all heavily armed. One walked in front, one behind, and the two between had chains leading from their waists to the wrists of a fifth person in their midst. Aric stopped to let them pass, and recognized their captive as Dania. Though clean and dressed in a plain tunic, she still looked like a viper ready to strike. She had a bandage on her arm.

Aric guessed that the man walking point carried the keys to her manacles, and the other two were there to keep her from going anywhere. Even if she managed to disable or kill them both, it would be hard to drag their bodies. Her feet were also shackled, with a chain long enough to allow her to walk freely, but short enough to cause her to fall flat on her face should she attempt to run.

Taking no chances with you, are they?

As they passed, the woman glanced up and straight at Aric. He took a step back, despite her humbled state. The hostility in her turquoise eyes was palpable.

She stopped short, jerking on the chains. Her guards warned her with a glance, but she ignored them.

“What are you looking at, slave?” Her accent suggested the common tongue spoken here in Caileen was not her natural language, but it didn’t sound at all familiar to him. He decided not to try speaking in Aran. The chances of finding someone else from his world were pretty slim at this point, and her guards might take exception to it, anyway.

Aric shrugged. “The winner.”

Dania tilted her head and regarded him for a moment, then laughed mirthlessly. She held up her wrists, showing him the manacles. “Winners go home with trophies. Losers go home in shackles. I’m just a slave, boy.”

“So am I.”

“Your slavery is only as sure as your chains. Where are yours?”

“Let’s go,” the man in front said. “You don’t need to be giving him any ideas.”

“Just wait, boy,” she called over her shoulder as they led her off. “You may see the victor yet.”




In BID THE GODS ARISE, readers were introduced to the hardened gladiatrix, Dania. Now, in this standalone prequel novella, we learn the story of how the orphaned pickpocket comes of age and grows to become the Blood Goddess of the gladiatorial arena of a distant world.



She had heard about loder-cats, but never seen them. The creature in the pit with her was far grander and more terrifying than anything her imagination had associated with it. It stood as high as her shoulder, padding along on enormous clawed paws. A gray and black streaked silky mane bearded its fearsome yellow-eyed face, and its thick-furred tail twitched in anticipation. It stalked back and forth, just a couple of yards from her, but no closer. What kept it from killing her?

Flat against the wall, breathing heavily, Dania forced herself to assess the situation. She glanced back at Kathke, who seemed relieved, but tense. She pointed again, and Dania followed her friend’s finger to the center of the pit.

The cat was tethered. A chain kept it from reaching the edges of the pit. The chain terminated in a shackle set about a heavy plinth. And atop the plinth—

A spear.

Thick wood tipped with a steel barb like a harpoon, the spear stood there erect in a tiny base, easy to retrieve, yet completely inaccessible.

“I know you can do this, Dania.” Farel’s voice echoed through a trumpet used to make announcements throughout the games. “I have faith in my girl.”

Incredulous, Dania pulled herself together. The loder-cat’s bass growl vibrated the air around her, and it snarled, baring yellow fangs longer than her hand.

Pleading would do nothing. She had learned that well enough.

Time to prove herself.


Tonight on the Write Stuff — Speculative Faith with E. Stephen Burnett

The New Write Stuff Radio BannerWelcome to a brand new year! It’s 2016 and this is the Write Stuff!


This year and last year and probably the year before that has been the year of the Geek! Geeks rule! It’s now fashionable to be obsessive about how many decks are on the starship Enterprise, what episode did Dr. Who encounter the Wailing Angels, and who is Wolverine’s stepfather? Dystopian, horror, monster science fiction, fantasy, steampunk, AI stories, and a plethora of other genres have taken the front seat of the mind and our entertainment.

How does all this reflect on the Christian writer or the Christian reader for that matter? With all the speculative fiction out there, is there an ‘appropriate’ way to feel about it? Can a Christian (like me) still profess Christ as Lord and Savior while salivating over the next Alien vs Predator movie? Should a Christian question the possibility of a robot soul? Those “what if” questions — should they be explored?

Join me for this hot of the press episode of the Write Stuff where I talk to author E. Stephen Burnett, speculative fiction extraordinaire and administrator of Speculative Faith. Call in at 646-595-2083, press 1 to be live on air. Or, click on the link here: Tune In!


E Stephen BurnettE. Stephen Burnett is editor and writer at Speculative Faith, a web ministry with daily articles, reviews, and a complete library of Christian-authored fantastical fiction novels—all to help fans explore fantastical stories for God’s glory. He is also a staff writer for Christ and Pop Culture, where the Christian faith meets the common knowledge of our age, and a journalist with a dynamic news franchise in Austin, Texas. He lives with with his wife, Lacy, in their Austin-area home.




Write Stuff Author Spotlight — Adverse Possession by Jess Hanna


Adverse Possession Initial Cover 2015


The Forresters have found their dream home… So has something else.

After years of moving from place to place, Andy and Tess are ready to settle down. But from the day they moved into the sprawling Victorian house, something just wasn’t right.

The power cuts out twice a day on a fixed schedule. Windows unlock and open on their own. Strange scratching sounds come from behind the walls.

As the bizarre occurrences continue to increase in frequency and strength, the true source of the extraordinary activity is revealed.

What started as an enchanting curiosity has become a danger to them all, and the Forresters are in a race against time to save their family from an enemy unlike anything they have ever known.


Andy escorted the brothers up the stairs to the attic. He pulled the chain and heard the familiar scratching right away. A prickle crawled up his spine, and it grew louder as he slid the ladder down to the landing.

“I want to go up alone, Mr. Forrester,” Dan said with a slight tremble of excitement or fear in his voice.

Andy hesitated at first, then relented to the request. If there was some way the boy could conduct an experiment up there and determine the cause of all this, it just might bring them closer to some sort of resolution. Wishful thinking for sure, but it was better than no thinking at all.

Once Dan was up, he peered down at Andy and Jason, and asked Andy to close the door.

“Dan, I don’t think that’s a very good idea. Tess got trapped up there, and the door got stuck.”

“Mr. Forrester, with all due respect, I am a professional. I have seen and heard more weird stuff than most people do in their lifetimes. Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”

Andy hated the superior tone of voice coming from the arrogant little snot. Instead of protesting, he slid the ladder into place and let the door snap shut in Dan’s face.

Tess came around the corner at the bottom of the stairs, shushing loudly. Andy looked down and shrugged at her. She walked away, shaking her head. The last thing she wanted was for the kids to wake up and see all this.

While standing beneath the attic door waiting for the signal to pull the chain and release Dan from his self imposed solitary confinement, Andy glanced into the bathroom. The shower curtain had been left open, and he became transfixed as the small window unlatched and opened itself. The cool breeze wafted out to him, caressing his cheek with cold comfort. He shivered.

After a few seconds, Andy heard the scratching through the closed attic door intensify. With his hand on the dangling chain, he waited for a signal to open it. Just then, the master bedroom door slammed shut, shaking the walls. He jumped, released his grip on the chain, and let out a yelp. That caused more shushing from downstairs, which he ignored.

The scratching grew louder, and Andy heard Dan’s muffled shouting from the other side. Sharp knocking made him jump again. That was followed by the soft, weeping sound of Dan begging to be let out. The knocking grew faint, and Andy jumped into action, pulling on the chain. Nothing happened. He pulled on it again, much harder, but it was no use.

He let go of the chain. He planned on jumping to grab it farther up, to use his weight to yank it down. But when he let go, the chain was snatched out of his reach and lay flat against the bottom of the door, preventing him from even attempting to open it.

The tingle of dread he felt turned into panic as Andy considered his options. There was nothing he could do unless he got a ladder or something else to stand on, and something to pry open the door.

Cupping his mouth with his hands, he yelled at the ceiling. “I’ll get help, Dan. Just hold on.” As Andy turned toward the stairs, he ran into an invisible barrier that threw him to the ground. He landed hard on his elbow, sending shockwaves through his nerves. He cried out in surprise more than pain. When he tried to stand, a force pushed down on his shoulder, making movement impossible. Andy began to hyperventilate.

Just as he was about to call down the stairs to Tess, he heard her shout out herself. Her scream was followed by a guttural cry from Sylvia, and the sound of something large crashing to the floor. Dan pounded harder on the attic door above his head, pleading to be rescued. Andy could not move, but was able speak. A single thought was planted in his head: the flashlight in the boy’s bag.

He yelled as loud as he could at the ceiling again, unconcerned about whether or not he woke Jonathan and Alexis. “Find your flashlight, Dan. Hurry!”

He heard shuffling from above. A muted, pathetic voice replied, “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Do it now, Dan!”

Before he could say anything else, something heavy and invisible struck Andy on the side of the head. His world went black, and he slumped to the floor. Even while unconscious, he could still hear the unbearable sounds of the scratching and the boy weeping.

After a few seconds, he heard Dan, Tess and Sylvia calling out his name. Echoes of their combined words bounced off the walls of his mind as he drifted back into a sea of darkness.


Write Stuff Author Spotlight — Seven Days and Nights by Melinda Michelle — EXCERPT

When a man loves a woman, he gets married. But what if some chapters from his past are not completely closed? If your past showed up at your honeymoon would it help you or haunt you? Here’s Abraham’s story…


Chapter 1: Blissfully Unaware (2 years later)

They pulled off the long road and onto the secluded dirt road. Abraham was shocked they hadn’t gotten lost. The unpaved road was unexpectedly smooth. He looked over at his wife, Abigail. She smiled. Her smile was one of the things he loved most about her. She had a classic beauty. Her features were perfectly proportioned on her dark brown face. Her black eyes were haunting and never failed to penetrate him when she looked at him with the love and adoration he knew she had for him.

She was a petite woman, but lacked nothing that he planned to explore more deeply in a short while. Her hair was swept up into a chignon. This woman was the real deal. She’d made him wait. He was surprised he’d stuck around, but when he did she snatched his heart so fast she left his head spinning.

He still couldn’t believe he was a married man. He never thought he’d settle down. He supposed it was time for a change. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. He wanted to keep his past away from his wife. After all, it was the past. No use in bringing it up now. She said, “Abe, I’m so excited. We are about to start our lives together.”

He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “I don’t deserve you beautiful.”

Abigail smiled. It was something he said often. Her innocence kept her from realizing just how serious he was.

“We deserve each other,” she quipped with her habitual response. He smiled. She stared into his big brown eyes. His heavily lashed eyes were what did it for her. His full lips curved into a smirk. She grinned and kissed him. His deep chocolate brown skin was smooth. She ran her hand over his low cut hair.

She was excited and nervous about tonight. Not only would this be their first time as husband and wife, it would be her first time – ever. She’d met him two years ago at church. They became fast friends and before she knew it, they were dating. She almost passed on him because it seemed like he was only after one thing. But once she’d set her standards he continued to pursue. She watched for fault in his sincerity, but it never came. Now, here they were about to embark on their honeymoon. She was so excited. She looked ahead to see a secluded cabin that was well lit. The sun was just about to tuck away for the evening casting a purplish-orange glow in the backdrop. The view was breathtaking. The log cabin held four rocking chairs on the wide porch.

Abraham pulled up to the front of the cabin and opened his door. He came around and opened the car door for his new wife. When she got out, she slipped her arms around him. She inhaled his seductive scent as well as the crisp scent of the forest.

It was late spring and the weather was perfect. He placed his hand on the side of her face and smiled down at her.

“Loving you changed my life. I’m so glad you said yes,” he told her. She grinned as the tears glistened in her eyes. “Me too!”

He laughed. He released her and grabbed her hand. They strolled to the front door. Abraham reached beneath the rug and pulled the key from where they were told it would be. He opened the door. They walked in and took in the wide room.

The rustic cabin was decorated in plush beige leather and rocking chairs. Directly opposite from the front door was a sliding glass door. There were three windows that spanned the length of the glass doors at the top of the wall.

There were oak end tables with lamps, and a plush brown rug in the middle of the floor. The stone fireplace was breathtaking though he didn’t think they would have the chance to use it. They already knew the kitchen was fully stocked with what they requested.

Abigail pulled him into the bedrooms. There were three. The master bedroom had a king size four-poster-bed. The decorative quilt looked perfect for the rustic cabin. She tried to drag him to the rest of the house, but he grabbed her and pulled her down on the bed. She went and smiled as he wrapped her in his arms. He kissed her neck, her cheek and then her lips. He said, “I love you so much Abigail. I never knew I had it in me to feel what I feel for you.”

“I love you too Abe. I’m the lucky one.”

This time she kissed him. After five minutes had passed, Abigail pulled back.
A little confused, Abraham gave her a hopeful stare.

She laughed. “I know you’ve been waiting a long time baby, but our wedding night is not going down like this! I have something special I want to wear for you.”

“But it’s just gonna come right back off,” he protested. She laughed, but he was dead serious.

“Down boy,” she said and wiggled out of his embrace. “I’m gonna go check out the rest of the cabin. Can you get our bags?” He sat up, brow creased slightly. “I need a minute to calm down.”

She laughed and headed out of the room. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a sudden movement like something ran by him. He also heard a little giggle. He jumped up and turned in circles looking for God only knew what. He stood still and listened, but didn’t hear anything. He rubbed his hand down his face and shook it off. He headed out to get their luggage.

He didn’t see the shadow that scurried behind him.