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Slab Steele and the Outer Rim Job
Book 2 in the Worlds of Craterball Series

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The Solar Craterball League needs a new superstar. This bruh is the only one who thinks he’s it.

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If brightness is a measure of intelligence, Slab Steele doesn’t exactly have a high albedo. But that didn't stop him from becoming the hottest craterback prospect to come out of Texas Space University… ten years ago. Now Slab is a washed up never was who'd give anything for another shot to start in the League--as long as it doesn’t involve another stint with the Venus Flytrap.

Luckily for Slab, two die-hard Flytrap fans are about to give him that coveted fourth chance. The only problem is he didn’t sign up for the journey.

Filled with dad jokes and shameless puns, Slab Steele and the Venusian Exchange is a perfect read for fans of Guardians of the Galaxy, the Galactic Football League, Space Team and underdog sports comedies like Major League, BASEketball, Semi-Pro, and countless others.

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It was supposed to be a simple job, a quick stink and dink before the playoff match then back to work. Unfortunately, a certain Robotic Bathroom Attendant may have hit the mark a little too hard.

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Chet and Whizz are life partners in the most platonic sense of the word. Bound together by a fanatical love for the Venus Flytrap craterball team, the duo is suddenly stuck with a chair full of dead weight--about 250 pounds of it, to be precise. On the eve of one of the biggest craterball matches of the season, Chet and Whizz must figure out a way to get their job done before they get caught not doing their, uh... duty.

Follow along on a wild adventure through the catacombs of the Mercury Craterbats home craterdome as Chet and Whizz try to get themselves out of hot water--again. As luck would have it, they just might encounter one of the greatest craterballers to ever play the game--in their opinion, of course.

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A Quick Slice of Gootkap - Quarg and Thulg #1

6/17/2021

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Quarg shrugged. “It was, uh, magical.”
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“What?!” snapped Thulg, his six and a five-eights tentacles flapping in the current like catatonic sea snakes.

Quarg sucked in a quantity of liquid-ethane through his breathing hole and puffed out his head bag. “You heard me, you buffkin!”

Thulg hated getting stuck on surface patrol with Quarg. He was, for all intents and purposes, a kwuffmin. And when he puffed his deformed headbag out like that, he looked every bit of a kwuffmin. “I’m sorry, Quarg. That wasn’t very fair of me. Everything has just been so… different. Ever since the… ”

“Humans?”

“Yes, ever since the humans landed. Learning their flutters from that Weekipeeedeeeahhh our elders were able to mindmeld with has been hard enough. I just don’t want to mess it up. You know?”

“Yeah,” Quarq nodded slowly. “It is almost boofk time.”

“Saturn almighty!” snapped Thulg. “Our species is on the verge of making contact with another intelligent race, and all you can think about is filling your gutsack! For all we know, we could be those very Squartblaats!”

Quarg tensed his five and two-thirds tentacles, and spoke in a tense flutter that was very much out of character for the Squartblaat. “That’s what I was trying to tell you, Thulg! I already saw one!”

Thulg went limp with fear. “Saw what, exactly?”

“A human! I popped through the surface to grab a quick slice of gootkap, and there she was, standing there with a giant magical on her head!”

“A magical on her head?”

​“Yeah, granted I ain’t the best at the language yet, but that’s what it was. A magical. The same thing that guy that started all their interfamilial wars has over one of his weekwuffs.”

“You really are a gooflinking kwuffmin, Quarg. That’s a monocle!”
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Barbara Harrison
6/18/2021 03:14:16 am

Truly puzzling.

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    Ron Starke was born in the north woods of America's High Five in the mid-80s. Today, he lives among the more fancy southron folk down near the wrist. When he isn't working full time, he enjoys trout fishing and writing absurd science fiction while hiding from his wife and two young sons.

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