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…
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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