THE STARVING ARTISTS and other stories by Howard Casner available on Amazon

Hello, everyone. I have now released a book of exciting new short stories called The Starving Artists and Other Stories. It is available from Amazon at
For those who like the weird, the odd, the out there, here are nine stories with supernatural and sci-fi themes, from a DJ who might or might not be the last person on earth, to a visit from aliens about our nuclear capability, to a young boy whose life changes when “he” came out of the desert. Expect the unexpected.
If this is the sort of thing that floats your boat, I would love you to check it out and if you like it, leave a review (reviews are extremely important for this sort of thing). I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.

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THEY ONLY COME OUT AT NIGHT – a sci-fi short story

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     “And hello there lovely and loyal listeners and all those not listening as well, I’m not proud and I make no distinction. This is Bobby Morgan, the Doctor of long ago and far away, reaching out and touching you, touching you, but only respectfully. I’m ready to put the lime in the coconut for you to drink it all up, because I’ve got everything to cure what ails you at the flick of a switch. We are starting the final hour of the Doc Bobby show and we’ll keep on playing all the oldies but goodies ‘til the devil goes down to Georgia. So everyone out there, there’s still time to make a request, so Ricky do not lose that number, but give me a call. If I got it, I’ll play it and dedicate it to the one you love, if you are so inclined. In fact, up next are the Mamas and the Papas with Lowman Pauling and Ralph Bass’s cool melody of that very name.”
     Robert “Doctor Bobby” Morgan, a pretty average fellow by all accounts, a bit more rotund than he would care to be, with a not unremarkable beard to match his lumberjack chic manner of dress, hit a switch and leaned back, feet on the console, hands intertwined behind his back, and listened to the rich harmony wafting over the speakers, voices from the past that somehow still spoke to the present inside of him. He closed his eyes and let himself drift off to another time and place, floating on some sort of Zen cloud.
     About halfway through he opened his eyes and looked at the phone, as if willing it to ring. When it didn’t, he closed his eyes and floated again. Continue reading