Original Fiction

Continuing the adventures of the wizard Kazhi the Deathless, as he attempts to con a phoenix out of the Eastern Dragon King.

“She sure is ugly!” The orderly said.
She was just standing there like a manequin. The girl was possessed of looks that at first seemed modely and desirable: tall, thin, leggy, curvey, blank expression, short, but very thick tussled hair, pouting mouth, and most striking of all, large, dark, almond-shaped eyes. Then the eye settled in a bit, and started noticing details missed on the first pass: she was too tall, and too thin, her head was a little bit too big, her mouth was a bit too small, her hair appeared to be painted on and her eyes, her unblinking eyes, were far, far, far too large.

The year was 1992; rumors were running rampant as to what the next Star Trek film would be. Next Generation was drawing to a close, Deep Space 9 was ramping up...

At the radio station I worked at, our venerable Miracle Working Engineer had a niece who worked in the Star Trek offices... and he had information. Star Trek VII was to be a 'passing of the torch' film- original cast and Next Gen cast would be involved. I asked him if he were willing to see if we could get a treatment over the transom.

He said if he liked it, yes.

With no more than that information, I wrote the following. It went to the Star Trek offices. I know that De Forest Kelley and George Takei read it and really liked it. James Doohan also read it, but I don't know what he thought of it.

Naturally, it didn't get made.

This is the first thing I've written since my dad passed away. It's got nothing to do with that, just sayin' is all.