Danny Mac

My first attempt at sci-fi. Please leave comments.

The Obsidian Egg

I examined the pile of debris covering a small stand on the fireplace mantle. The dusty mess collapsed beneath its weight. The remnants of a man I knew in my youth made my mind wander back to the summer of 1970. A young, not-so-industrial twelve-year-old needed money. After discovering that begging got me nothing, I decided to work for it.

At my inexperienced age, no one would hire me, so I went to work for myself using my father’s lawn mower. Thomas Seltzer, the neighbor at the end of our block, agreed to pay me one dollar each time I cut his grass and another for trimming and weeding once a month. Several older homeowners were willing to pay me to keep the yards neat and clean. Keeping driveways and sidewalks free of snow and ice in the winter months kept me rolling in the money year-round.

Turning sixteen, a fast food hamburger place paid more, so I dropped all but Thomas from my yard duties. Even though inflation meant I didn’t make any money cutting his grass, I continued to help the octogenarian with his yard. Upon completing the yard, he often brought me a soft drink or water. More than once, we sat and talked much longer than it took to mow his grass.

I graduated from university in 1980 with a business degree and searched for a management position. As usual, I quickly cut the modest yard of my old friend. I entered through the back door to receive my payment, as I had done since he yelled at me for making him get up several years back.

The timeworn man laid on the couch, his legs covered by a blanket. His gaunt face troubled me as I said hello. Thomas forced a small smile and then asked, “Why have you never asked for a raise?”

“It didn’t seem right to take money from a,” I paused, looking for the appropriate word.

“An old fart like me?”

I nodded my head to one side, shrugged my shoulders, and sheepishly replied, “Not the term I wanted to use, but yes.”

His low voice, almost crying, “I have money. You shouldn’t assume someone’s financial means.”

“Well,” thinking out loud. “We have become friends over the past ten years. When I started working, I dropped all my other customers.”

I could see a tear form at the edge of his eye as he spoke, “My time on this Earth is nearly complete. I came to your world sixty years ago. I made a good living and have a nice nest egg, plus this house. I am leaving for you when I die.”

I interrupted him, “What do you mean you came to my world?”

He lay quietly for a moment. I wasn’t sure if it was for him to gather his thoughts or for me to prepare for his news. Then, in a low, weak voice, “I am not from your world. My world is ten light years from this planet. It took us thirty of your years to reach it. That was only five of my years.”

My face must have shown the doubt racing through my brain. “You think I am full of hooey. This body will be dead by tomorrow morning. When you find me, an egg-shaped module will protrude from my navel. This container will contain my life. When my comrades return, I can tell them about your world.”

He paused for a second, allowing his words to sink in. “So, you are a spy?” I questioned.

“No,” he shakes his head slowly. I am an observer. Spying is too militaristic. We are a peaceful people. My goal was to learn about human behavior. If I were a spy, I would look carefully at the Earth’s defenses.”

“But, you took over another’s life.”

“He was done with it. The young man whose name I had carried for the past sixty years was killed in a car accident with his parents. We transported him to our ship, repaired his body, and brought it back to life. I volunteered to live out his life and was inserted into his body. As it turned out, his parents left him this house and some money. I am leaving it to you with the hope you keep my essence until my countrymen return for me.”

“What do I have to do?”

“Just leave me on the fireplace mantle. They will come back for me, and I will go home.”

The next day, I came to check on my friend. He had not moved from the couch where I left him the day before. I pulled the blanket off him and found the egg with a black crusty surface that glimmered in the morning light. My fingers trembled with the egg shaking as I lifted from the dead body. A propositioned egg holder was in the center of the mantle.

I called 911 and reported my friend to the authorities. A police officer showed up first. He checked for signs of life and then spoked code into his walkie-talkie. The officer escorted me outside when other officials entered the house. We chatted about my old friend and our history.

After a while, we entered the house again. A doctor-looking fellow said it appeared to be a natural cause of death, but he would have to run more tests as he walked out the front door. The officer and I looked around the empty living room. My heart skipped a beat when he noticed the egg perched on the mantle. “That is a beautiful piece of obsidian art,” he commented as he examined the egg.

Only then did I notice that the egg had a smooth, shiny surface. “It looks like Faberge Egg,” he smiled back at me.

I shrugged back, not knowing what a Faberge Egg was.

The word came that Thomas’ heart gave out overnight. The autopsy showed no signs of foul play. A little more than a month later, the title to the house was in my name, and an investment company signed over a quarter million dollar account to me. I moved in, changing nothing but the old bed mattress. I married, raised three children, and waited forty-five years for Thomas’ compatriots to retrieve him.

I checked the stone egg every day for the first month or two. As time passed, I barely noticed the art decorating the mantle. Carol, my wife, changed the décor in the house. I allowed her to change everything except the egg and its position in our home. She surmised early on that it was a tribute to Thomas, and I let her believe that.

It was Christmas 2023 when I saw the egg's luster lose its shine. As we moved through 2024, it became duller by the day. I woke up on New Year’s Day to find the egg in a pile of dust and bits piled around the stand that had held it for so many years.

A certain sadness broke my heart when I realized my old friend would never meet up with his people again. I wondered if they had forgotten about him or lost their life on the commute. Perhaps they didn’t feel the need to come back for just one. Did his home planet have a catastrophe?

Many thoughts cried through my brain when a familiar hand touched my shoulder. She looked at Thomas's remains and said, “Come on, you old softy, breakfast is ready.”

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Blame the Ring
By Danny Mac

The left-handed spin on the bowling ball curves it around the seven-pin. He returns to his seat with a lackluster plop. “Mark, what’s wrong with you?” Les shakes his head. “You left the first two frames open. You don’t leave that many open in an entire set.”

Mark grimaces, looking down at his left hand, “I took off my ring this morning.”

“Your ring?” then an epiphany strikes Les, knocking the foolish out of him. “Oh, that’s right. It was almost a year ago …” He trails off, not wanting to say it.

“Exactly one year ago today, the police knocked on my door. Their faces gave me shivers. I heard them say I’m sorry before blanking for a while. When I regained consciousness, Jenny was there. The best sister ever helped me through the night. The next morning, she told me of the terrible accident taking my Michelle away.”

“And today is the day to remove your ring,” Les is trying to comfort.

“Jenny told me yesterday it was time because Michelle would insist on it for my happiness.”

Les stares at the empty left ring finger, “It takes a lot of guts to move on.”

“It’s hard to believe one little gold band can affect the spin of a sixteen-pound ball.”

“It explains the two open frames.”

“Yeah, I’ll be alright in a few days after I get used to it not being there,” Mark nods in agreement.

Les places a firm hand on Mark’s shoulder and then stands to start the third frame.

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A fissure draws her to a small town where she finds an old general store. In their back parking lot, she finds the small fissure. From its size and shape, she recognizes it as a portal to the snake-toothed, and squirrel-like Minormorts. She cautiously shoots into the fissure, clearing the way for her to close it. As her hand enters the portal, a sharp stinging bites her leg and she viciously spots the Minormort enraged over her closing his escape clamping its fangs deep into her calf. She doesn’t let the Minormort stop, and it continues to spew venom into her until it dissipates into a cloud and floats ways with the wind.

Death to the Devil's Dragon
The people chosen by God have to defend our world from the devil's monsters entering into it through a rift in the space-time continuum. Do they have enough to defeat half dozen Rextis, a red-skinned scaled beast with yellow eyes, a dozen Chompchus, a doglike monster whose bite cause death, multitude of demons making suspects strike out at their fellow humans, serpents, snakelike person induces suicide in its victims, dragon, a large beast shooting fireballs and causing destruction. DM me for a free ARC

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Dannie, Rod, and their old mentor—whom they called affectionately call “Dad"—traverse more than half a year battling the devil’s minions only to face the ultimate fight with an ancient creature not seen in over a thousand years. An immortal dragon so fierce that the mere mention of its name terrified those who encountered it. Will God provide his three chosen fighters with enough power to take down a monster controlled by the devil himself or will this battle prove to be too much?

Stories of dragons have inherited the Earth since the earliest human writings. Every region of the world carries myths and folklore of scaled beasts tormenting its populations, and even the Holy Bible speaks of a red dragon with seven crowned heads. Learned people of science denied the existence of dragons because they found no physical evidence for them in our world. However, after observing that no dragons left any remnants behind, they never considered the possibility that perhaps the beast was not of this world. Their physical presence was an illusion of reality to strike fear into the hearts of God’s people.

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Hello friends,

I have a new book entering the market in late summer. If you liked to read an ARC before it reaches publishing date, please DM me or email at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com.

I will be ready to send the ARCs out very soon and all I ask in return is to send me a note saying what you liked about my latest fantasy to the Flying People Series.

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I have a new book coming out this summer and will set the date very soon. Recently received the final changes from my editor and will format the book for KDP. At that time, I will send advance reader copies for select readers. If you want to read this new fantasy novel before publishing it, please message me.

My latest book, The Devil's Dragon, comes out later this year. Would you like to be an ARC reader when the manuscript is complete? DM me or email me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com

I received my edited manuscript last week. This week found me making changes and corrections as indicated by a very good eye for details. I am hoping to have ARCs ready sometime in June. If you would like to be a reader before the release date, please DM me or email to dannymac@dannymacauthor.com

I recently completed chapter sixteen in my latest WIP. With this continuation of the Flying People Series of urban fantasies, I have another five or six chapters to finish the plot of this story. The flying heroes meet old nemesis with greater powers as well as some new monsters bringing the threat of death to them. After completing the initial story, it produces six months to a year of corrections and modifications before sending it to the editor.

The Devil’s Dragon lies in the hands of my editor since the beginning of February and she wants another week to complete the corrections. Reviewing the final version, writing the blurb, and making the cover takes a couple of months before it is ready for publication. I am looking for a May release at this time. This storyline introduces several new flying characters as omens point to the deadly dragon from hell coming back into our world today.

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Hello friends and followers,

This past week my latest book, The Devil’s Dragon went to editing. As someone more accustomed to math than language, finding a good editor is a God send. The Devil’s Dragon brings together Dad, Dannie, and Rod from previous books into an ever-increasing danger from the devil’s dimension from outside our space and time.

They try to live, work, and play as normal people but God chooses them to fight evil as it seeps through fissures in the space-time continuum. The devil sends stronger and more vicious creatures to defeat the trio and set fear into the hearts of Earth. Individually and together they find the monstrosities and kill them before they harm you and me. Strange events throughout the book opens a fissure for the dragon returning to our world that has not been seen in over a thousand years. While we go about our daily lives, the heroes of the story face and defeat the dragon but not before it fires a flame ball striking a new member of the team.

Look for The Devil’s Dragon reaching Amazon this spring. I will announce when preorders are available to purchase. Please stay tuned for future updates and announcements.

A month ago, I began another unnamed book following in the series. The fighting force will defeat creatures from the past made stronger and discover new demons receiving yet even more power. As of this morning, there are eight completed chapters and two more half complete for approximately 20,000 words. By the time the first draft comes together, it should reach 35,000 words.

The basic story takes roughly two months to complete. Self-editing, enhancing, and massaging the story takes a year or more and will increase the word count to over 50,000. I believe there are gremlins that infiltrate my computer that make sixth-grade grammar mistakes just to embarrass me. After a year of enriching the story, I will look for Beta readers.

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I have a new book going to publisher in the next couple months called The Devil's Dragon. It combines the three heroes from my past fantasy books into one sensational story of facing more creatures from the alternative dimension including a dragon sent to kill them. Please keep in touch for its release.

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Christmas Shopping by Danny Mac

Dear Pastor David,

I must apologize to you. Today brought me a horrifying journey into a mysterious realm of sight, color, and smell. I should have asked for your prayers for taking this epic expedition. Selling windows for the steel industry and facing 300 tons of molten metal on a regular basis failed to prepare me for the trek. My job took me fearlessly through sparkles of liquid steel and heights overlooking the ground by 100 feet. Yet, none of this prepared me for the fear I faced today. My lovely bride of fifteen years wanted a sweater for Christmas and it was too hard to tell what they looked like or felt like from the internet. I made plans to visit the place of nightmares and shivers, more commonly known as the mall.

The plan for this campaign came with reconnaissance and precision. Viewing the internet the night before, it revealed Macy’s great deals on women’s clothes. The mall map exposed the door closest to Macy’s women’s department. I quietly slinked into the store and immediately found two sweaters, which both fit the bill. My shaky hands remind me of two whole minutes elapsing from passing through the door. Trying to make a decision that could forever affect my future, I noticed a woman shopping and asked for help. She granted me help with a smile, “The solid red sweater would make it easier to match it to other clothes.” Armed with this knowledge, I made the decision.

In the store for almost five minutes brought a heavy sigh and I thought the hardest part of the shopping trek done exceeded my plans. Then the realization of something else was required for under the tree, I pressed on. She mentioned needing new bras and had gone without a bubble bath since July. By happenchance, I passed a display with Harry London Buckeyes on sale for $5.99 and picked up a box. Now, I had a sure-fire hit for Christmas as a stocking stuffer. A bath area appeared next to the perfume counter at the other end of the store when I cautiously roamed the store.

I was now as far away from the door I came in without leaving Macy’s. My palms were sweaty and my hands were shaking, but I was still within my plans. Being the good husband I am, I engaged the clerk at the counter and asked for bubble bath like Oliver Twist asked for more. She had one kind of bath soap, a ginger flavored, which I knew would not go over well. “Is there anywhere else I can go?” was my query. She informed, “Bath & Body Works by J.C. Penney.”

This journey became foreboding as I left my plan of attack. The sight of kiosks lining throughout the center of the mall with people selling things I did not want, sent shivers down my back. The workers beckoned to me like the Sirens in the Odyssey. Passing many of them up when one left the rocks of the kiosk and lured me with a “free gift.” In her mesmerizing way, she commanded me to hold out my finger. She started to rub it with a blue and white block. Then, with the excitement of a child meeting Santa Clause, she asked if I wanted to be amazed. Removing the block, one shiny fingernail mirrored back to me. The temptress tried to lure me into her vortex of amazing nail care, but I escaped her snare.

Then Victoria Secrets appeared to my left, “Aha, a new bra. That might just do it.” Remembering my wife’s size, I think, “This is easy,” and so I entered the store with victory in my heart. As part of my strategy, I arrived early to avoid the crowds of confusion. This meant better service with a warm and caring face that pleasantly greeted me. “I am looking for a bra for my wife.” I obviously failed to study for this test. Knowing her size was not nearly enough information to buy a bra. This test started with color, ended with a barrage of style and fit questions. It felt like High School again and the teacher gave unprepared me a surprise test. I scurried out of the store defeated but not discouraged.

J.C. Penney appeared at the far end of the mall but could not find Bath & Body Works. The directory shows me at the front entrance and B&B Works was near the back entrance. The thought of another march through the Odyssey of kiosks brought me to panic. A verse repeated in my head, “Though, I walk through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil.” Knowing the Bible better would have helped because the rest of that passage did not come to mind. Over twenty minutes passed since beginning the journey, I started to feel high anxiety.

I found Bath & Body Works. Again, I received immediate attention upon walking into the store. “I am looking for something women put in their bath to feel happy.”

“Oh, aromatherapy bubbles,” a greeting smile took me to the shelf.
“These are our most popular,” she continues. She babbles on about softness and smells but by this time, I just want some and get out. I quickly choose Vanilla, and Milk & Honey. They both smelled like soap to me. I hustle for the Macy’s exit, which I came in. My nerves pulsate as I fumbled for my keys trying to open my car and it had a remote unlock button.

Oh, the treacherous journeys a man will make for love are more amazing than one shiny fingernail.

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COMFORTABLE
The Least Understood Word
There have been many commentaries, writing and books on the differences between men and women. If the differences had to be sum up in one word, I believe that one word would have to be “comfortable.” For no other word in the English language has wider connotation between the sexes. To a man, comfortable is something special and desirable. To a woman comfortable is something ordinary and not worth having.
Men seek comfort in every endeavor they undertake. Whether it is shoes or a car, a man has to feel comfortable. How much a man likes a car depended on how comfortable he is behind the wheel of the car. Some men do not like to feel boxed-in and buy SUV’s. Other men want the car to fit like a glove and buy sporty cars. Rarely, do you see a man who owns both. A man goes shoe shopping, one of the most important requirements of the shoes is they have to be comfortable. What man has not owned a pair of everyday shoes and lamented the fact they wore out. Most men have an old shirt in the closet. It is a little tattered; the color has faded but feels just right when you put it on. Then there is our chair. It is usually a recliner and our butts fit just right in the cushion.
Women have little or no comfort requirement when shopping. This is very apparent in the shoes they own. High heel, pointy toes, and sore feet when they take them off are the norm. Comfort takes a back seat to matching an ensemble. What comfort clothes they do own are for days one does not leave the house. They are much too boring to be in public. I heard tell that a woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.
Men feel that if something is comfortable, it is worth keeping a long time. When a man says he is comfortable in a relationship with his wife; that means he can see spending the rest of his life with her and not calling her an old shoe. Men do not easily give up easily on things they find comfortable. Whether it is a shoe, a car or a wife, if a man is comfortable, he tries to keep them forever. Comfortable shoes have lifespan is 2 to 3 years. Comfortable car has lifespan is 4 to 10 years. A comfortable wife has a lifespan, oh, an entire life.
To a man, the word “comfortable” does not mean boring, outdated, worn out, lifeless, colorless, odorless, tasteless, weak, ordinary, plain, mediocre, unappealing, featureless, second-rate, commonplace, and stuck in a rut. It is the place; we most want to be. So, when your man says he is comfortable with you, please remember that is saying he would like to spend the rest of his life with you.
By
Danny Mac

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I have a new book coming out soon called The Devil's Dragon. It is the next in The Flying People Series where the stories come from the previous heroes as the danger escalates for them. It needs professional editing to capture those pesky grammar errors in my writing. Before sending it off, I would like one of my friends to read the story for flow, character development, and congruity. If anyone is willing, I can send a Word Doc or PDF. Please email me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com if this sounds interesting to you.

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Disney Princesses Versus Marvel
Hello everyone,

This is a story for the fathers of daughters, please share with them although moms will also find humor in it.

I had a daddy’s little girl. As an infant, I curled her up in my arms during her worst moments and she became peaceful. It drove mom crazy to see how she calmed down instantly. I read to her every night before bedtime starting early on. Her favorite was the Disney Princesses books my mother bought her. It was not enough to just read to her and I made up voices to go along with the story.

Around five years old, I mentioned Ariel sleeping until the prince kissed her back to life. “No, dad that was Aurora, not Ariel,” came at me with authority and indignation. This comment proceeded with a five-minute lecture on the differences between the two. Only after satisfying her concern over the lack of my knowledge of Disney Princesses did she relent and allowed me to continue with my day.

Fast forward to my thirteen-year-old and not my little girl anymore as we watched a Marvel movie together. This movie introduced several other characters into the plot with another faux pa by me going into a commercial break. “Is that Poison Ivy?”

With an extended eye roll, “Poison Ivy is DC. (Duh, a two-year-old knows that) That is Natasha Romanoff. Don’t you know anything?” Luckily the commercial break was only three minutes long or she would still be lecturing me to this day. Apparently, DC and Marvel may not interchange at any time. Her brief sermon on the devastating effects of combining them compared to a fire and brimstone preacher on the end of the world.

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Update on WIP

Hello everyone,

For the past couple of months, I continue to review and edit two books, Work In Process. The second book follows up the Flying People Series. It possesses several new flying people with new and old demons and monsters. The epilog has me confounded but working on ideas. This should be ready for Beta readers in late spring.

The next book for publication is a collection of short stories. These fall under contemporary romance or literary fiction. It covers lives and situations facing all of us today and includes humor, tragedy, romance, and quirky. The fifth edit comes with some insight from three previewers and I thank them for their help.

However, they did not indicate directly if they like or disliked the stories. I am looking for Beta readers to just give their opinion on the story itself. I am thinking of a grading scale of 1 equaling dislike and 5 equating to loving it. If anyone would like to read my stories coming from my dreams and rate them 1 - 5, you can email me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I would be grateful to send you a Word Doc or PDF through Email or a printed copy through snail mail.

Getting Old Is Not for the Weak

Hello everyone,

Rolling out of bed this morning after a good night’s sleep, my back jumps out of place. Going to bed fine, this morning I list about ten degrees to the left with pain pounding with every step. I find comfort in my recliner, but it stiffens after a half-hour so I have to move before then or find myself stuck until someone helps me up.

I remember reading when my back was strong and spry about elderly people complaining growing old is not for the weak. One old man telling me, “The young cannot handle being old.” My laughter at these stories in my twenties does nothing to prepare me for the pain at sixty-three as I appear as a walking boomerang.

Now, my wife and daughter stare caringly at my pain and then angrily glare at me when they have to do the cooking and cleaning of the kitchen. They lovingly nurse me when my back fails to keep me upright, but they do not have to like it and they let me know about it. Working together, they create a delicious dinner of stuffed shells with ricotta and broccoli smothered in a parmesan cream sauce. I am a lucky man to have two beautiful women looking after me.

Goodreads Five Star Review
Mary writes:
The Six Loves of Jack Brown is great and powerful, I was enchanted with Jack’s life story through the eyes of each woman who knew and loved him. While Jack does make love to most of these women, (each gal said he always seemed to feel guilty, like he was cheating on his wife), there is no graphic sex in the book. I would recommend this book for about sixteen years old and up. Not because of sex, but because I think it would be good for a girl about that age to start to understand the forever love a good and faithful man would/should have for a lady. This book was a pleasure to read.
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To My Best Friend

Hello everyone,

This Saturday represents twenty-eight years of marriage to a woman God chose for me. She is the only person in this world who understands me and can live with my good and bad times. I hear other couples mention many fights they have with their spouse and we look at each other wondering why. We only had three fights in all our years married with the first happening before we made our vows.

Through the years we annoyed each other regularly and even changed to find new ways to aggravate each other. Yet, somehow, we managed to love each other despite our faults. Our first date came on July First and in September we became engaged. University caused us to wait until spring break to marry. It seemed like we fit each other. We matched in all the right ways. Where our personalities clashed, it didn’t seem to matter.

My best guess, she is my best friend in my life outside of Jesus. I don’t know how many years we have together, but I do know I will cherish every moment with her. She is my confidant, lover, friend, and partner in life.