Last night, the republishing of old episodes of Anomlay ended. Next week, the publishing of never-before-seen episodes will begin. Currently, I’m polishing episodes 1-5 that I wrote many months ago and starting to write episodes 6-8. Subscribe to the Anomlay SciFi publication, and you’ll be among the first to see them.
Just like seasons 1 and 2, the first five episodes of Season 3 will be free. Everyone who clicks on them will get to see them.
Unlike Seasons 1 and 2, which were released on Substack at an accelerated schedule to get them out there so that you and the world could see them again after Kindle Vella ended, the episodes of Season 3 of Anomaly will arrive in your inbox weekly, every Monday starting on April 21st, 2025.
Here are some samples…
Sam stood up from the conference room table and walked over to the window. Then, he walked along the window to the wall. He had seen the schematics for the station and knew exactly where to place his hand.
“Admiral Kriffard, do you think that Admiral Pace is out of missiles?” he said. “There is a missile inside this wall right here.”
He stooped down and touched the wall again near the floor.
“There’s a missile here, too.”
“Swing the ship around. Order our destroyers to attack. Order the Hayden, Schwartz, and Welsh into the wormhole to pass the targeting data for those newcomers to the Saratoga at Wormhole #112.
Mayor Ron Stafford saw another green tag on the door of a hospital room. Green meant Human, Blue meant Goultaran, and Yellow (and guards outside) meant Eridani. He found the door open a crack but knocked anyway.
“Come in,” came a raspy voice from inside.
He pushed through the doorway with his wheelchair, glancing up to avoid snagging his IV hanger on the doorframe.
As he rolled in, he saw four beds and looked around for the person who’d replied to his knock.
“Over here, Mayor,” said the voice.
Admiral Pace nodded. He’d anticipated this. He reached into his briefcase, removed some documents, and handed them to Admiral Stengras.
“This is a copy, but I know you’ll recognise it. It is from your own Ambassador Britil’s reports.”
Stengrass leafed through it.
“The date on this is very recent, just before our operation to Goultara was launched. Britil doesn’t report directly to me, so her reports come to me through channels. I haven’t seen or read this one yet.”
“Then call me the delivery boy…”
Before her eyes stretched a domed habitat with numerous buildings scattered within it. She refrained from looking down since, from that vantage point, she could see that she was hundreds of stories off the ground.
“Danger,” an automated voice sounded in her ear.
“Oh, shut up,” she replied with a twist of her head but could find no source of the warning.
The breeze she had felt inside had been just a remnant of the brisk wind that blew steadily past the deeply ensconced balcony. She slid up her sleeves and reached her hands over the rail to feel the wind’s full force blow over her bare arms.
She heard a sound behind her and turned quickly. Too quickly, she realized with a wince, as stabbing pain and dizziness reminded her again of her injuries.
