Alan Gold

Joined June 2021

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Bio

Alan Gold lives in Texas. His novels, Stress Test, The Dragon Cycles and The White Buffalo, are available, like everything else in the world, on amazon.

Stories (67/0)

At the Research Station
Kasparov turned away from the blue glow of his screen when he sensed Ballantine lingering in the doorway. "What's that?" Kasparov asked, standing up and stretching, a little relieved for the diversion.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
The Ancient Peaks
weathered You Yangs loom worn peaks reaching their twilight counting down their time
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Poets
The West Loop Encounter
Last Sunday, Dwight Busby had been in the zone, feeling great, three-quarters of the way through a ten-mile training run that would bring him home in under an hour. He was unstoppable, a train barreling along the uneven sidewalk.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
The Final Descent
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say," Hotchkiss said, staring at the cold flecks of light in the darkness outside the window.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
Dragons in the Valley
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But this noon, their wings blotted out the sun. Shankon spat in the dim light. "What's the difference between a dragon's wing and a bellows?" is how he framed the riddle.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
Dog, Transcendent
People think they know about their dogs. They're loyal, obedient, eager to please. What people don't realize is that dogs have talents we can't begin to understand. Some of those talents might even look like magic to us.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Petlife
Honey, Come Home!
If we'd had a Halo Collar back in the day, I wouldn't be able to write the story I'm about to tell. You might think that a dog that had lost the use of her back legs, who had to be carried outside just to do her business, wouldn't have much need for a fence, either electronic or physical.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Petlife
The Arc of a Word
At half-past six on a Tuesday morning in the winter of his thirty-second year, Harvey Lowe's eyes snapped open so abruptly his eyelids might have been spring loaded. That was the precise moment he realized he was going to die.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
The Year of the Nuts
We called it the Year of the Nuts. Maybe the heavy spring rains caused it. Maybe it was a summer that was mild enough to make Texas seem like a nice place to be. Maybe some other fluke of weather, magic or botany beyond my comprehension came into play. Bottom line is the nuts came down hard that fall.
By Alan Gold2 years ago in Fiction
One Big Family
My dad thinks he's God, and my brother is a pain in the ass. He's my twin -- my brother, that is, not dad. I'm Jim. He's John. They say we're identical, but you couldn't prove it by me.
By Alan Gold3 years ago in Fiction
The Purse Snatcher
Robert stood knock-kneed and stricken on a chair in his kitchen when Jolene came to see why the coffee was taking so long.
By Alan Gold3 years ago in Fiction
The Quiet Race
Bob never said anything when Wade turned up the pace half a notch. Neither did Wade. Each struggled to keep his breathing quiet and steady, to hide the mounting strain. When it was over and Bob lowered his head, as if studying the V-shaped pattern of sweat that darkened his shirt, Wade said, "That was good. About eight minutes."
By Alan Gold3 years ago in Fiction

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