Trudith waited in the outer office of the campaign headquarters. She expected that when Alistair finished his conversation with the Election Office, he would come out and tell her the plan, but it didn’t work that way. Instead, Alistair slinked out, his tail dragging almost on the floor. He was already wearing his jacket as if ready to leave, and he looked completely dispirited. Trudith knew better than to ask, “What’s the plan?” but, she did ask, “How’d the request for a recount go?” Continue reading “Otters In Space 2 – Chapter 3: Earth”
An excerpt from Otters In Space 2: Jupiter, Deadly. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1 or skip ahead to the next chapter.
Although it only took Trudith’s message seconds to reach the Deep Sky Anchor station in Earth orbit and would take another ten minutes to cross the space between there and the Jolly Barracuda, Kipper wouldn’t receive it for two weeks. The Jolly Barracuda flew incommunicado, her flight plans unlogged. Captain Cod felt it was more piratical that way. Continue reading “Otters In Space 2 – Chapter 2: The Asteroid Belt”
An excerpt from Otters In Space 2: Jupiter, Deadly. If you’d prefer to read in e-book or paperback form, learn more here. Or if you want, jump back to book one or skip ahead to the next chapter.
Trudith watched the orange cats nervously. Although she was larger than them and undeniably stronger, Trudith saw Alistair — a skinny, ginger tabby — as her alpha dog, and Alistair’s sister Petra was a complete wildcard. Petra wreaked havoc on any sane sense of hierarchy that Trudith could work out. Yesterday, Petra took orders like the rest of them, but, now, when Alistair needed their support the most, Petra had turned on him. Continue reading “Otters In Space 2 – Chapter 1: Earth”
An excerpt from Otters In Space: The Search for Cat Haven. If you’d prefer, you can start with Chapter 1 or return to the previous chapter.
Trugger was glad to hear upon Kipper’s return that he didn’t have to say goodbye. He gave Kipper a big bear hug. He’d given her hugs before, but they’d all been in an oxo-agua atmosphere which simply isn’t the same. So, this was Kipper’s first time really being engulfed by the soft but incredibly dense pelt of an otter. The warmth was there under oxo-agua, but none of the fuzziness, and fuzzy just doesn’t feel the same when wet.
Boris was left in charge on the bridge, and Captain Cod asked Jenny to come along as a second pair of otterly eyes. If Josh and Elle hadn’t seemed so cold toward Captain Cod, Kipper would have asked Trugger to join them too. But, if it got awkward, she didn’t want to watch Trugger, the best friend she had among the otters, be treated cruelly. Or, perhaps worse, watch him watching these cats be cruel or cutting to his captain. He was so loyal; he would have to leap to Captain Cod’s defense. She especially didn’t want to see that. Continue reading “Otters In Space – Chapter 16: Kipper in a Different World”
Beating the Manta Ray to Mars was only the first step of Captain Cod’s rapidly unfolding plan. The next stage involved doctoring the message they’d intercepted from the Manta Ray. They ran the voice through a simulator and used the simulation program to generate a new message. The new message said, “Approaching Mars orbit.”
The evening and night both passed slowly. At dinner, the crew of the Jolly Barracuda talked about the various mining expeditions or scientific surveys of Mars they’d either been on or known members of. As far as Kipper could tell, the only otter onboard to have actually put paw to soil on Mars was Boris. Well, space-suited paw. Nonetheless, he was clearly proud of the distinction and told the story of his visit in great detail. The other otters seemed impressed. Kipper wanted to slug him. Continue reading “Otters In Space – Chapter 14: Kipper Dreams of Mars”
Orange Sherbet logged into the Mythical Proportions VR Cafe as soon as her teacher closed the 2nd grade classroom Zoom for the day. She’d already finished her homework for the evening, and the rest of the week for that matter. The assignments were all way too easy for her, almost insultingly easy, so she’d been working ahead. And she was far enough ahead that the whole rest of the day was hers. Neither of her parents would bug her about wasting her time in the digital world, because they’d just assume she was doing homework, as long as she didn’t do anything to give herself away. VR goggles were helpful that way — they kept nosy parents from peeking over her shoulder to look at her screen. Continue reading “Orange Sherbet Unlocks a Better Loot Box”