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Bob Liddil

Joined October 2009 and calls Digitropolis home.

157 stories, 28 challenges, 208 comments, and 0 friends

I am an author of science fiction, general fiction short stories, poetry, and non-fiction. I have been published in several genres, including fantasy and poetry, as well as non fiction.

At one time I published my own computer magazine.

I have published several books using Print On Demand.

Spelling and grammar vex me sorely.

Stories

  1. Kali Baba Wants To Burn

    “If change is not forthcoming,” Kali Baba announced to a crowd of interested listeners, “I shall then self-immolate.” He looked out across the mass of people and noted with satisfaction, several crews of media, including both Ne...

  2. The $20 Dollar Pistol

    This city stinks. Or maybe it is me that stinks, I’m not sure which. I came here with such high hopes but that has all been smashed, gone when they sold the company I worked for out from under me. The condo got repo’ed last week. Becky and ...

  3. Driving, Then And Now

    “Driving was my life,” the old man said. His young grandson moved a polishing cloth in circles over the hood of his car and did not reply. He knew better. When Grampa was like this, he was lost to time. “Back then, what you drove was ...

  4. The Radio Disease Killer

    “He’s here! He’s here!” Little sister’s voice cut through the house like a diamond through glass. I looked out the window to see a distinguished gentleman standing on our stoop, holding an odd looking wooden box. My mother...

  5. Radio Dragon

    The Northside Boys’ Club was an old three story house. On the first floor, the wrestling room, ping pong, the director’s office and snack bar. On the second, a pool room with two full sized tables that always had a long line waiting to play...

  6. Hey, Kid

    Hey, kid. Time travel really works, just like HG Wells said it would. We really enjoyed that book, you and I did. Remember when we read it last year? You and me are the same person, kiddo; you are the younger, I am the older version of us. I’m no...

  7. SSsssss

    SSsssssss I’m a leaky tire. Wait. That can’t be right. There’s no car. SSsssss I’m a snake. Yeah. That’s it, a snake, but what kind of snake? I’m a big, powerful Burmese Python. Nope, that’s not it. A dangerous...

  8. The Preacher's Son Comes Through

    “Comin’ up.” The voice from the ground belonged to Charlie, the preacher’s kid, who was younger than the rest of us, but still cool. I dropped the rope down for him to climb up; it was the only way to get into the tree house in ...

  9. Houses Of The Holy

    We slid into port last night on the tide, tying our ship up to a fog enshrouded dock where neither longshoreman nor streetwalker stirred. Aftweward, we slept the sleep of the dead; the storm we’d just ridden out having sapped the strength from ou...

  10. Crossroads

    A hot Mississippi sun beat down on a boy trudging west along a back road. The guitar he carried was impossibly heavy, yet he bore it with the determination of someone possessed. His face was streaked where drops of sweat trickled down. His legs burned ...

  11. The Warrior and the Sorcerer

    “I will not bow,” said the warrior defiantly, “to you or any Pretender to the Throne of Goth who dares to usurp the rightful king.” “Understandable,” replied the sorcerer. “Loyalty to one’s sovereign shou...

  12. Death Nicks A Wee

    “I hears this knock on me door,” said O’Connell to our rapt attention. “And when I opens it I find meself face to face with ther Grim Reaper in person on me stoop.” He knocked back a quaff and brushed the foam from his fac...

  13. The Door At The End Of The Hallway

    “This will be easy. I can handle this.” The thief confidently and carefully checked the door for traps; drop-blades and hidden dart shooters were pretty common proactive anti-burglar devices and his party of three had already encountered a ...

  14. Rattlesnake Dick and The Lady

    “Well, Rattlesnake,” the sheriff said as he carved a chaw. “Looks like you’re gonna meet yore maker soon.” Workmen putting the finishing touches on the gallows outside the jail had gone home. Three days of their incessant ...

  15. Hurry Summer

    The creek flows freely now after many frozen months iced over. Trickling along a sandy bottom it pushes its way downstream into the swimming hole, tumbling over a waterfall nestled between two high banks, kudzu covered on one side, with a tall oak tree...

  16. Mystery Redux

    I don’t believe his confession because the killer was a redheaded woman.

  17. Mystery Solved

    I am not the butler. Nonetheless, my good Inspector, I did it.

  18. A Note To The Bomb Squad

    If you are reading this, then I am dead. You will be dead too if you do not do exactly as this note says. Inside a small wooden box you see on the desk to your left is a remote control that will access my instructions for defusing the timer of the dirt...

  19. The End

    I saw a man standing, holding a sign that read, “The End Is Near.” When I got home, I got on my computer and Googled, “End of the World,” because after all, who would know more about apocolypes than Google? From Google, I clicke...

  20. Skye Sword

    “Where did you get this?” Kron, the blacksmith inquired of the boy on the seat of the wagon. “It fell from the sky three nights ago,” he replied. “That is the rarest of iron.” Kron murmured, “fit to become the ...

  21. Crossroads

    A hot Mississippi sun beat down on a boy trudging west along a back road. The guitar he carried was impossibly heavy, yet he bore it with the determination of someone possessed. His face was streaked where drops of sweat trickled down. His legs burned ...

  22. Martians in Kansas

    Ever since I was a newborn calf, I have had this irrational fear of Little Green Men. It started when the calves at 4H were telling spooky tales around the barn about mysterious middle of the night invaders from the skies. That scared the hay out of me...

  23. Martians in Kansas

    Ever since I was a newborn calf, I have had this irrational fear of Little Green Men. It started when the calves at 4H were telling spooky tales around the barn about mysterious middle of the night invaders from the skies. That scared the hay out of me...

  24. Guard Duty

    As a navy recruit, assigned to the Great Lakes Naval Training Center in 1964, my job was to follow orders unquestioningly and to the best of my ability. Chosen for midnight guard duty one night; I was stationed behind our barracks to keep watch over th...

  25. I am Death From Above

    I am death from above. I am a destroyer of cities, wielder of fire of the gods, hell’s own instrument of vengeance against the enemies of my masters. I am a steel-clawed hawk of oblivion, master of the sky, bringer of the sun to earth, nemesis to...

  26. Hurricane Ivan - Aftermath

    The wind and rain were gone. The skies were as blue as the eyes of a Swedish Stewardess and were dotted with those puffy clouds you look for shapes in. A breeze whipped the grass around and rustled the limbs of of the trees still standing – few a...

  27. Childhood's End

    My grandmother believed she could see the future. The future she saw for me, the summer I turned seventeen, was to be shot to death in the jungle in an obscure country called Viet Nam. The dream frightened her so badly that she took to her bed for a we...

  28. Pork Chop The Dog Goes Walkabout

    Pork Chop is a housedog. Being a 9 1/2 pound Russian Rat Terrier places him at the bottom of the neighborhood dog food chain, well below the Pit Bulls, Rottweilers, German Shepherds and Bull Mastiffs that confidently stroll past our yard either on or o...

  29. Galactic 911

    “Mayday, mayday! This is the Passenger Vessel Queen of the Nebula declaring an emergency. Does anyone copy?” Comm Tech 4th class Durrishahwar Jameelah stared at the old fashioned computer screen onto which he’d just typed his SOS. His...

  30. A Cowboy's Work Is Never Done

    Miles and miles of nothing but miles and miles; that first cattle drive was a blur of ordinary days that melted into each other they way dust melts into mud after a hard rain. I hardly know what memories to keep and which ones to throw away. The rustle...