Testament: A Star Trek Serial – Chapter 3
Weary and unwashed, Sparn sat alone in his living room. The dim light of a single lamp scarcely held back the darkness of the night. There had been little time for him to assimilate all…
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Weary and unwashed, Sparn sat alone in his living room. The dim light of a single lamp scarcely held back the darkness of the night. There had been little time for him to assimilate all…
Tareel Temple was filled to capacity with a crowd that overflowed into the surrounding parkland. Perhaps some, like Sparn, were only there out of curiosity, but he was disturbed by the hungering look in many…
A CHRISTMAS VISIT: A STAR TREK FAN-FICTION POEM By M.C. Pehrson , December 27, 2016 Word Count: 523 Summary: A Star Trek twist on a ‘'Twas the Night Before Christmas.’ ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and…
INTRO: This story occurs midway in my “Star Trek: Beyond” series (no relation to the movie) posted at adastrafanfic.com. Spock is married to a human Starfleet doctor named Lauren Fielding. They share a…
40 Eridani was hot today. Outside, sand scudded over the ground in a light wind, scouring rocks into ever more exquisite sculptures millimetre by millimetre and grain by grain. It was a long time, it…
Today was the fifth day of great-grandfather Sageth’s first visit to Earth. Luckily, the old man’s visit coincided with the Christmas season, and although the Vulcans at the embassy felt a two to…
Star Trek IV-The Voyage Home was the most commercially successful and critically acclaimed of the first six Star Trek movies upon its November 26, 1986 release. It grossed $36,000,000 within the first five…
It all began when Spock was sitting opposite his captain in the recreation room, enjoying a cup of coffee and an evening meal before their scheduled chess game in Kirk’s cabin. It was…
Kirk Do you know, Spock, I never thought you’d leave us. I mean, so many times – so many times – I thought you were dead. For a few heart stopping minutes, hours, days…
Universo ao Meu Redor Tarde, já de manhã cedinho Quando a nevoa toma conta da cidade Quem pega no violão Sou eu, sou eu Pra cantar a novidade Quantas lágrimas de orvalho na roseira Todo…
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