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Upstairs, Spock sat at his desk in his darkened study, his face lit eerily from the computer running before him. The screen bothered his eyes. His mind rebelled against the hyperdimensional physics in which he…
~ by M. C. Pehrson Soft, silent snowflakes drifted down from the night sky, swirling magically in the headlights of oncoming ground cars as Grandfather Jo-Ree drove T’Beth through the countryside of Zhorash. How nice…
Sparn felt woefully inadequate for the task—hardly unusual for him, but while previously such feelings had served to stiffen his defensive mask, now he sat at Spock’s table with a sense of humility. Dinner was…
Sparn had become an orensu—a student of Yanash and his strange new ways. From one place to another he drove his car in the caravan of curious followers. Always there were Vulcans who gladly received…
Spock was acutely aware of the captain coming over and standing beside him on the bridge. He spared a moment’s thought to how Kirk liked trying to tease a response from him by silently…
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…
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